11.26.2021

I ask you to sit down and write me one beautiful sentence I might carry in my pocket on the journey when I go

Because we time-travel into the future 
at a blistering sixty minutes an hour, 
I ask you to sit down and write me 
one beautiful sentence I might carry 
in my pocket on the journey when I go, 
and in the window of the train unfold 
 
O you were the best of all my days. 
 
Never knowing if the thing is broken 
or the door between us is still open, 
you would like me to sit down and write 
you one beautiful sentence you might 
carry in your wallet when you leave, 
and in the cab you take it out and read 
 
Permit me voyage, love, into your hands. 
 
Depending where one stands, each circle 
back is a possible fall, a fail, a spiral, 
and I would like you to take a few seconds 
to write me out one beautiful sentence 
to carry now across the night and ocean, 
and held up at the gate I sit down and open 
 
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. 
 

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