By a lovely lady named LilyAnne Rice.
As the car floated through the canyons she
pictured that letter he never sent to ber.
how she knew it would be full of things that would break her heart.
So she wrote her own
as they drove on through fog so thick
they couldnt’t see the future.
She wrote the letter about how she was afraid
and he wasn’t and
how she was always the one who let herself
because falling on her own
felt better than someone holding her close and
losing their grip.
Tread kissed puddles and she wrote about how he
asked her what she was thinking but
she had a thousand thoughts that were all more poetic than words
so as the hills rolled quietly against the liquid sky
all she could say was silence.
But she thought her words looked pretty stretched across the stars.
She liked them best pressed up against…
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