i will not turn to salt
looking back to see
if our words
are still carried by this wind,
to see if the walls we built
still stand.
the days are long here,
longer than they were before,
and my eyes dry tear
from always looking forward.

i close them.
can i stop
in this half breath moment
of morning light
that floods and warms me.
if i pause in this breath
does this moment spill
sidewards to forever
until i hold eternity
in stretched lungs
and burst exhale
this beauty
i may have drowned in.


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