evening, or | final version

at least we haven't been lonely today
how terrific

and then I remembered
that in your eyes
an evening
or something wearier
why you were infinitely silent

a sob
seemed to whoosh

if only you had been upon my shoulder
sunken
like late rain into the green of pines

I wouldn't have let you depart
and far
we would have been
like always
when I am so aimless within your hair
and in between something conceivable
we two together,
we might be closest to eachother

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VFM