You don’t realise,
do you?
That losing you was
losing myself too.

The light comes down
through a haze.
The walk,
the sardonic maze.

The undeniable doe that runs past the winter hemlock.
There’s desire in hiding
and it breeds inside a naive flock.

I have my hands in front
open
wide.
The journey inward will always be frightening and a fight.

I see a stripped sky, a blue field
and it seems all spreads in stunned abundance.
It never ends here,
it never ends in reluctance.

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Photograph: Paige

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