I've had this dream before, i know just how it ends.
our eyes
will fill with flame. our hearts will swell & explode.
woodlawn is a place of abandoned hopes & dreams, of
always wilting flowers & letters never read. but there
is life here. you can hear it in the soil. you can see
it in the shadows, etched in stone: "there is life
here." so we're three years removed, and the earth
around us has set. though the gears have stopped
turning, the engine still hums. rewind, repeat, i see
you there. you're alive on every page of every book. i
hear your voice in echoes, in every line. this doesn't
get any easier. this is a wound that time can't heal.
it leaves a scar.