longing

Today the lie
with passion shown
crossed the street
and fled
green stones
called out
memories of
some other life
built your own
prison dark
lock the dream
away
turned nightmare
from daylight
frozen
somewhere between
Antares
and North Atlantic
longing.

walking

And the North Atlantic, longing.

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