finding grace among the rubble

mountain climbs, i fall

mountain climbs, i fall

smokey-eyed girl smiles at me from across the train and suddenly i am failing as the train is climbing the mountain and is the shortness of breath the elevation gain or the way you put me at ease with a glance, a child on your knew, freckles scattered across eyelids as you laugh and 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 my hands in the cup i made for myself or perhaps its hope tangling itself in the dreams i know you will haunt, my stop is here but why do i want to ask you where you’re 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 and stop falling down the mountain and into your arms. 

 

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