Progress

For the summer that refuses to fade and the autumn that can’t wait to rise.


There are days
when our truths
seep through the cracks
we watch the glimmer fade
and listen to the sirens wail
I drift

Sitting on the fire escape
I attempt to unravel
the beautiful mess
that landed me here
then gently blow off the dust
I fade

The difference between
falling in love and loving
is in the nuance of knowing
how to hide our tears
in the cracks of this city
I cry

This is the city I choose to love
water the tear-soaked flowers
and watch them flourish
above mended seams
resilient and beautiful
I rise

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