she whispered in my ear

something i have never said to anyone

the wind swirling between our tense bodies

as we rode through the night air

with a sense of detachment and displacement

that first called us here

she said she knew me before i was born

before the scars of broken promises

gathered like thunderheads

in a great storm

she said she knew my name

the one given to me when the world was young

and everything under the sun

had not already been done



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