okay i loved too much
came too fast
stayed too long
wrought havoc
anything you wanted
you got it
like a superlative
like a gift
repeated in the back
of a minivan
or high above a cliff
falling, failing
sprouting wings now
i'm flying solo
i'm not going anywhere
i'm not coming or going
i'm just standing here
forgiving myself
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