I remember when we were younger: Before the hands of the clock ran far from each estranged Roman numeral Before your eyes changed to the color of the morning dusk Before I could see the lines of the Mississippi on your face & I begin to Wish that you had taught me the difference between East and West So that when the sun wouldn't shine, I would know where to throw my gaze I wish that you had opened your eyes as I buried the small, lifeless bird in our attempt at a garden And I wish that you would stop crumbling in my hands & I begin to Whisper to the breaking sky, hoping the wind will carry my words to you I whisper to you gently, reminding you to keep your eyes on the ground as we stand side by side to pray And I whisper loud enough for us to make the words out as I lie in wake, while you pretend to sleep I begin to end, slowly With You and without you.
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