The front door is the sky’s limit,
Hannah told me through dead eyes
I’d never leave her sight.
We’d never forget this night.
I hunted dreams echoing misguided
lies upon which she inhaled
a white picket fence,
circling a spacious property
her father left us
after the pastor gave words.
Losing me in Hannah’s mind’s eye shakes
violence in her trembling heart, hands fumbling
car keys.
It’s time we’d hit the road.
(© 2022 AC)
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