Newfound Interest In Connecticut
The Arctic Circle
Running. As fast as I can.
Straight-line to a point on the horizon.
Tried to simplify a complicated thing, instead we end with pieces to walls that never meet.
Calling. Out to see if I have changed. (Trying to forget and move on but we'll never go anywhere; but it's gone.)
I can hear you now in and around, the silence and the loud, the above ground:
We are the walls between us.
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