Wandering

sent scrambling
to find love -broken
in all places
stranger’s faces

have i not given you
all of me, you let it go
while i held on tight
this fear held over

you promised did you not?

i recall
nights turn to morning
and your not there
empty arms fly

so i wander new mexico
where magic and beauty
entice this dreary soul
away from you

where did we go anyhow?

Poetry

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