That Place. This State.

That Place. This State.

By Allie Marie

 

I miss the quiet way you stare,

but you are everywhere.

Please don’t you lose hope in me.

I miss what was supposed to be.

 

I traced shadows

and cut corners for you.

I drew maps

on the back of coffee cups.

 

I still cannot get you here.

All the little things we fear.

 

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