You were never the plan
As we wandered through the morning lit cemetery
Sunlight lazily dancing with the beckoning arms of the willows
Hands anxiously grazing too aware finger tips
Glimpses of a future flitted across the tops of the stillness
Flickering like memory movie screening
Too distant to be distinguished
A feeling unfamiliar crept its way through my hairline
Rooting in the base of my neck, it sat waiting
I have worn out miles looking for love
Overturned cities and bedrooms
Leaving behind tiny pieces of my heart like breadcrumbs
Should have known that my love would be hiding
Tangled in the long forgotten
You were never the plan
Had commended love into the basement of my mind
Something for the other
I was always the almost
The maybe
The one to come before the vows
I had settled resolute in the meaning of lonely
So gently you slipped
Through the door I thought was ironed
Revealing that maybe my fate
Was not one to be forgotten in the graveyard
Perhaps maybe the willows held the secret
to what might be forever
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