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thought you had forgotten
my name
but it was just a turn
of phrase
a skittish hare
and a heart of glass
prone to shattering
underneath heavy rain
who could blame you
not I
not me

not sure the difference
between the two
of a mile and snow
which is more blinding
now that the distance
lays comatose
on the side of the road
short breath
long sigh
something I could allow
not I
not me

a juvenile plea
across a map
just a hush
a hush
to share the same skin
a
hush
across the state line
and the stand off
has given your heart some time
mine still shatters like glass
when
you turn too sharp
when you turn away
but
I know
not I
not me
I know

the way
I think
it has something to do
with counting the miles
and asking how much
left to go

won’t you allow
the last said
won’t you allow
me to rest
my head
when it’s heavy like a drum