366 Poems: August 3rd, 2016

Honey

You are the sky

beneath my feet.

And yes, I mean it

when I say

that I’m walking on air.

And perhaps, in your gaze,

I can finally get to my

somewhere.

Do I know

where to go?

No, the map is not complete.

But even if the pages

start to tear,

you’ll stick me back

together,

bittersweet.

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