grasped under your beat

and i wonder if you took my hand,
all those days when feet were bare
and callused, could it all have been
erased between branches
grasped under your beat?
but we can last
in our obsolete.
but we’ve made it this far,
journeyed so far,
far in our bittersweet.

* Response to day two in this poetry challenge using the “last person you texted” as inspiration… I, again, strayed from the complete challenge but.. fuck it
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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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