mountain climbs, i fall
smokey-eyed girl smiles at me from across the train and suddenly I am falling as the train is climbing the mountain. is the shortness of breath the elevation gain or the way you put me at ease with a glance, a child on your knee, freckles scattered across eyelids as you laugh? I want to drink the joy bubbling from your lips. I don’t know your name but I guess it’s Jasmine—tea, fragrant in the cup I carried halfway around the world. or perhaps its Hope—wild, tangling itself in the dreams I know you will haunt. my stop is here but why do I want to ask you where you are going? so I can follow you like a moth to lamplight, a sailor to the stars across a pitch black ocean? if only I could bring myself to speak. if only I could stop falling down the mountain and into your arms.
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