is only the beginning.
at least that is the hope
i carry with me everywhere
in my backpocket
kept safe
like a secret
or habit.
like smoke in my eyes
i pray that this is just a temporary feeling
& when i reach the water
you'll be there.
i've tried to tell you
in every language possible
in every drunken conversation
in every dream i swear you're in
that i want to be your everyday
& that i love you.
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