Often & Abroad

i think of you,
and i smile on the plane.
in prior lives truly unseen
combat the lesser known,
my love and quarrels bought mistakes we know.
but i think of you,
often, and abroad,
and all of them broken hearted
for the time we’ve forced apart.

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