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Honey Dew

Updated: Mar 21, 2020

“How could anyone ever leave

someone like you

in the morning?”

I imagined that this is what peace felt like,

-like Heaven on Earth at 7 a.m.,

leaving to paint walls China White

and ordering a breakfast burrito just before

kissing me goodbye.

Maybe Heaven on Earth

was a boy who drank nightly beers

and listened to me read my sad girl stories

in hope of being my very own

male muse.

Maybe I would leave behind

a note with fringed edges

and lead smears from my left hand.

I would sign it with ‘from,’ never ‘love,’

or maybe a dash

and then disappear like

morning dew.

 
 
 

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