a long time ago
i decided you mattered more than a million miles.
i decided that this would all be pointless without a heart,
so i keep one within my chest,
not knowing, or caring, down from death,
or right from whats best.
i decided that im getting sick of saying goodbye,
to the bed and the sheets that held our voices inside,
so, to the next few months of my life,
i said, “fly.”
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