Quietly, you step foot through
A doorway into time and longing.
Heartbeats can’t beat this way,
Long hours with whiskey, water
And skirt hems that kiss your ankles.
I can’t go, can’t see what painted
Sunsets were encountered
At the time you left the world.
All I keep are the fragments,
The impossibility that makes up
Minds, grants wishes, grants grace
And if I can never pinpoint where
I left myself lonely so many years back?
St Francis, stone bird on your shoulder, I am not lost now,
I shall help you find what is.
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