A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
And then, daylight
I promise, Ocean
I will love you all the more
Should next week it rain
You’ll leave, not be left
Riddled by early love-bombs
Hungry from breadcrumbs
Thou art a figmentReasons everywhere
To pick up and restore
Again and again
What is broken, but beautiful
Discarded, but eternally in-demand
Whether yours, theirs, ours
This banner, heralded
This she has resolvedWere I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
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