Reconcile all of my loose ends
mend, weld, melt
and let me
She is the silence in the crowd
Pale Blue dress, against red clouds
We explode from the gate
come running with the heaviest foot falls
pounding earth quaking
rain
down our cheeks
to find a tiny square of land
on a sphere placed by the hand
tucked in warm amongst the heavens
riddled in sure before these stars
right here where we are.
2 blankets 1 music
1 bottle of wine
and a few things on our mind.
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