Left my horse tied but loosely so I could walk away
without it following.
I wore a hat and said you were worth it.
What’s left to learn about lies has more to do with time than words.
Walking makes you realize lies folded in the truth.
Instinctually, I distrust all birds, even paper birds.
Never once have I wished I stayed but
I’ve worried so hard over lost
as to deny found. This isn’t something
the dark can hide. When the bite begins to bleed,
you’ve got to see it.
Last time I looked he was still behind me grazing.
He thinks I’ll return or doesn’t care.
It's like I can hear you better now or something. I swear your poems have zoomed toward immediacy, Melix in the room.
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