poem: High Street

sunday mornings when i was lost
he’d take me for a long drive
to nowhere.

behind the red house we’d gaze
across the valley as if for our future,
but i never imagined i’d end up
living at the bottom.

and i never knew three years
was the longest i could stay in one place,
and there were such slender moments left
to chase dreams in.

 

 

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