view the distance
3:34 p.m.

the window is unlocked.

the outlook is bleak.

but i said if ever again

i chanced upon you--

i swore i would speak.

so this may be tumultuous.so this may break my very veins

bleed, internal, monsoons.

but as i do feel the fire for you yet

so this may be bad fortune.

i will breathe the cold spring air deep;

will speak to you in the best voice i know--

my own.

and if it is blown shut

i'll be glad to find the door to my heart

unbarred, faltering, but open.

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