All of me in idle skies. All of me in paling conversation and reclaimed goodbyes, and all of me in bartering exhausted storms for one more drop of rain to fall. All of me in vacancies, in caving to the baseless clouds and taking more for granted than the weather had to give. All of me in clearings and in bodies gone the way of flesh, and all I listened to was speculation so my outlook was impaired. All of me to bare the scars of disbelieving. All of me in winter leaves and leaving words too vague, in thanks I never gave for every breath you never took.

#Paris #France

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