Ready
We can not have
every
last
little thing that we want
I listen to you breathe
and the rest doesn’t matter
I left myself there
In a grand exposure
following a path
where no one else knows her
but I’m ready.
M.
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Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.
