When we said goodbye our backs facing
backwards where we left it moving
sprouting wings then following us flying
everywhere we went
I tried conversation once
a laughable solution because of rain
then sun and the threat of snow
My thoughts just poured out
freezing in intricate patterns
swimming like fish upstream
downstream to the nowhere towns
that were theories in a certain light
whole cities holding desire at bay
Maybe all this could be said
in a different language
one we were just learning
to speak again to each other
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