wont you remember me this way: bright and strange against everything else… like blood on snow…

The Poetry of Sarah Jean Simmons-Meyer

there is no tree falling alone in a forest, or new york sidewalk full of strangers, or back road leading into back road

that is lonely enough to resemble the feeling of being forgotten by a loved one.

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