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where is the end of this trail,

i ask,

but you just keep walking

staring at the

treetops lacing together.

what if this river

winds into me

and tangles me up.

what if the sky melts

into the meadow

and swallows us

and you get mad at me

for being

upset about it.

it feels like my fault

you're so quiet

and can't seem to hear me

so i speak louder.

you're interrupting the trees,

you say,

and i strain to hear them.

what if i'm not listening

hard enough

so i swallow words

as big as the sky

and hot tears

hollow out my heart

but you say i'm

being lazy and slow and

selfish

for showing the trees

anything but a smile.