what happened next

i’d written
ten thousand poems
to an imaginary city

a world of words
against impossible

where silence soared
like high rise buildings
tunneling towards the sun.

we landed
in the capital
at dawn

your fingers
squeezed to your

and the sound
of distant

all the simple
parts of our lives

and at that moment
i gave up on
ever remembering
what happened next…

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