If You’re Still Listening

We lived here, you and I

Landing at different times

We mapped every corner of this land

While nursing the wounds

From the long fall

Growing bitterly familiar each day

With its customs and language


For the gleam of an ex-lover in my eye

For something buried deep

And possibly worth exhuming

For a scar inexplicably begging to be opened


You could not stay.


If you should ever visit again

Look for me on the shores,

Waving at the ships passing by

And dreaming of escape.


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