It is enough to saddle up,

to promise myself I have already forgotten these kinds of decisions all along

serene without my witness

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Not they know, no pushing buttons

no tired lines,

no missing my home

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Instead I wished I could print you out

and put you down,

and wring you out. And burn your mouth

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Good to be safe,

with the lions,

with the broken branches, the bedrooms,

A knowing own, a oneness, your promise, that you won't tell me.

And still no lie

Held your hand, somehow for the first and thousandth time

please, could I?