An Odd Bridge & Hot Air Balloons

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I glimpsed love on that farm.
There were no butterflies and my knees didn’t go weak.
We stood on that oddly placed bridge, away from the world.
Staring out at rows and rows and rows of corn.
The sky glowed blood-orange with the setting sun.
And the hot air balloons made the scene like something from the movies.
It was getting cold so we stood close…
holding each other’s hands, then bodies, then lips.
And in that moment, happiness.
And in that moment, love.
These things she will never know.
The timing wasn’t right, the commitment too deep.
Our journey reprioritized to the bottom of her list.
I glimpsed love on that farm, and now she’s gone.