Monday, November 02, 2020

pine model plane

I pine for the days when wistfully 
I'd wonder if you and I could be 
a thing to take off and fancy fly. 

Perhaps come apart midair, and die 
- or just crash land. Walk nonchalant off. 
Away from the scene with nostalgia on,
and a melancholy cry, but soft.
 
We'd say it was more
than worth the try. 

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