Miles above
Lights
Floating beneath the night-
The city;
A phosphorous shoreline.
The darks cold
Kisses
On our pink cheeks.
The drop.
We spat
Into the
Gorge.
To plant ourselves
Somewhere in the unseen
Below.
Belonging is dissolving,
Dispersing
Rations of yourself
Into the loved
You’re already missing.
Losing yourself
To the wind
(The space between
Two Cities)
The way flowers spit
Their seeds.
Take all these
Tiny pieces of me.
I hate my roots
But watch me leaf.
Watch me leave.
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