Justified

We used to be the wind
flying past essences of a broken dance
Halfway to the edge
of the sleeping world's plans

And the dawn rose in our faces
begging us to repeat the dance every day
But it burned too close to danger
We were reckless, as they say

Now we're caught in a net
on opposite sides,
brushing hands every so often
I'm still holding onto the sky

Miles and meters, pure hallucination
I can't stop glancing your way
Frozen tears and battleship barriers,
my tongue can't figure out what to say

But I still see your eyes
in every star that passes me
And I still hear your voice
when the moon sprints and sings to me

And I'm justified in wishing
cause the things I never had
were rolled up inside your sheets and
thrown away with everything we had

Come what may,
I'm still
pinching myself

running till I run wishes out of your chest
kissing till I kiss your shadow out of breath
loving till I love myself
out of this mess

by Maya Hanson

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