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I might've
  I might've seen you
  lying on the grass
  But I passed
  The sun shone on you
  As you reclined back
  But that was all
  I could catch.
  And the leaves were crisping golden
  At their edges
  Rusty, choked
  Like the paint flaked off my nails
  Clinging to your coat
  For once upon a time
  I'd have been
  Straddling your lap
  Brushing the fall
  From the strands of your hair
  Watching while you laughed
  Stripes
  and kites
  and sweaters
  Decorate that scene
  And the kids with their
  Chalk and chatter
  Took more than
  A glance
  from me
  Breath broken up
  Lungs thick with chill
  A thermos to my lips
  Your hand on my thigh
  Teeth straight, mouth pursed
  Eyes tightened in a squint
  And for a moment
  As the swing arced high
  I was the little one
  Holding on tight
  Legs too short, barefoot
  Shoes kicked off
  To the dirt
  And my gaze, so wide
  At the blotted blue sky
  That the whites started
  To burn.
  And then I have stopped
  At the corner
  Red sign
  That nail polish
  Again
  And the place where you told me
  Someday
  Hangs
  In the periphery
  With you in it
  So I twist my neck
  Back around, and my hands
  Plunge into my peacoat
  Rough tweed
  But the sky is not bright
  Like that one day
  It's grey
  And to want you's not what
  Someday
  Means.

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