And when I choose
to come here again
will it snow how
it did in my dreams
will I be
a story worth
telling
because the
sadness—
it crackles in the
night
for you
the mistake worth regretting
the
faraway voice filled with belonging
do you see where eternity ends
did you know that
you were my friend
this planet a box
that holds me
when she could not
worship the sun for so long
she yearned to sleep
but the storm came rolling in
the storm came rolling
in
a million miles of prairie grass
and your
golden-haired girl exposed
once again
unsure how the course of right became the final turn
wrong
how her rabbit-hole time for falling
just gone
gone
gone
a triumph but for
you
my one truth worth
deceiving
a child’s dream
for tomorrow so good it deserved
to be buried
behind the wall a
red she had never seen
if I had discovered
yet not been found
would your golden-haired girl
be six feet underground
I guess this was
why you had to go
maybe I should have known
but the sadness—
no one told me it would come with the
leaving
especially not you
my last hope worth believing
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