Moving (On)

I had always hoped that when you moved on

You’d take me with you

Pack me in your suitcase between

The shirt I bought you (because it

Reminded me of the spark in your eyes

That could set the forest in flames)

And the sweatshirt of yours that became mine

On nights when the streetlights

Didn’t warm our bodies in the

September air like the wine did

But your bags are already loaded up

Seatbelt on and your foot on the gas

With an empty road ahead

And miles calling your name

Echoing back to me over the horizon



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