he always had this look, as if the wind was perpetually in his face…
The inception of me was not my inception
But it was when
I met you
Your eyes held keys
that unlocked that worst parts of myself;
opened, the hollow, dark void
of all my deepest worries
And traveled across time,
to understand my past and future
Your body was a mirror
Which reflected our town, Cambremer
For, the way you turned up your chin was just like the trees
Curling against the wind
And, the way you spoke: softly, but with intention
Reminded me of how the floorboards gave in to my feet
As I walked to class
Our town; my town, have become one
I never would’ve thought that a town
Could live within someone
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