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Kelsey Writes
Poetry

The Quiet

They couldn’t find the missing plane & you
couldn’t find your way out of the dark.
Maybe we lose things because we fear
what happens when we find them.
The greatest thing I did today
was open my eyes and keep them open.
I wrote to you in dandelion stems.
Giving you a living thing
to make you feel more alive.
How we live
like we’d rather be dancing.
How we dance
like we’d rather be touching.
You couldn’t feel it.
I wanted to feel it; I felt it.
The plane was found in pieces
at the bottom of the ocean.
I crawled into the dark with you
and realized you had become it.

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