If I told
you that I
was thinking of moving east,
would you save a place for me?
I’ll come home
because it’s worse that I expected.
A place in my heart
for my home to the west
where we’ll watch the same sunsets,
and when I doubt...
I’ll look east and lock my heart
in a brass box to newfound mass.
I’m breaking off but this is my home.
I’d do anything for you,
give you the world if I could.
Is that what you want me to do?
These bridges and boundaries are bringing me closer to you.
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