what was I supposed to do
we said goodbye in so many words
departing in different directions
me weaving through the city streets
you flickering into the night
the walls are rocky & tall
good for climbing but mainly
unpassable
inside I stay & count
the stars at night
expecting one to fall
before you left you said
I was trapped inside
but of course I didn’t believe you
the earth beneath my feet
trampled upon so many times
and you taking to the skies
who will know when you land again
october two thousand twenty-one
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