I’m getting ready
to leave.
It’s all done, here.
Sitting on suitcases
packed with photographs,
unsent letters and hospital bedsheets.
The bank knows where
to find my credit card.

I’m getting ready
to fall in love.
Remember the wreckage;
larger than life, we
outgrew each other.
I thought my hands had
lost grip-
Can I hold on to you?

I’m getting ready
for something big.
Apple-pie-in-the-sky
horoscope predictions of
endless road trips,
perfect hands to hold,
night city lights
after four beers.

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