I come back -
what if I circle the world,
and find your door again
to see it empty?
What if our destiny
is to watch from opposite ends,
the flooding, burning canyon
of more miles
than I care to name,
reaching
through the air,
shouting over the
roar of a world
whose people demand you
and whose frozen borders
drag me by the feet?
are we
worth resisting
the momentum
of the turning earth?
will you even want to try
, or are faded photographs
folded into pockets
the best we can do?
don't answer, yet.
don't answer at all.
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