Say Maybe, the Lake

say broken glass on the sidewalk. say the honey afterwards for your burning throat. say cold hands, hands that don’t hold on tight enough. say seven times seven equals to the number of stars we’ve counted. maybe it’s true, maybe we forgot, maybe I’ve only ever seen one star in my life. say the penny’s dropped, we both know what happens from here. say footsteps on the path and the fading light, clink, say the key in the lock one last time. say your shadow getting into the car and driving away. say it’s summer, say it’s the heat waves that made you disappear.

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