The place where you grew up smells of everything good, the dust stifles the morning air, a little goat next to your window bleats away in search of her mother.
I thought of calling my mother; your mother checked my temperature when I shivered last night, it would pass.
The countless vehicles whoosing past the highway gave me an illusion of constancy, a comforting noise, something you have grown up to , something about comings and goings- in the bowels of this earthly place I understand something about letting go, it's where you came back when I hurt you over and over.
I thought of calling my mother; your mother checked my temperature when I shivered last night, it would pass.
The countless vehicles whoosing past the highway gave me an illusion of constancy, a comforting noise, something you have grown up to , something about comings and goings- in the bowels of this earthly place I understand something about letting go, it's where you came back when I hurt you over and over.
My salvation begins here. May be this is a part of our story too, the birth of something beautiful.
I will just hope.
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