gravel lines

by amy seeley

What do you expect from me
After these takes, after this
What do you dream
In the afternoon
I’ll never know
What’s in your head

Out past the cars on the railway
Out past the city’s finery
We see our breath and connection
Underneath these gravel lines

You
You stole a page from the blanks
How do you weigh
All of our fears

Typical
Isn’t it typical
For someone like me
To invite you in

We took a drive in the country
Your photographs were never mine
Slapped in the face by the questions
Posed by these gravel lines

Out past the cars on the railway
Out past the city’s finery
We see our breath and connection
Underneath these gravel lines

break time for me and blogs. time for some journal+me time.

look at this

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