What will you get me?
What will you get me? I
ask.
Headed to different
destinations,
different experiences,
different directions,
different buses, different
people
different beds
different universes
for a bit,
I try to hang on to
bits and pieces
of you; of past
travels; passions.
Hoping that when we
meet they’ll collide.
Again.
And maybe. Just maybe.
We’ll create art.
Again.
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