Ophelia

I’ll be driving on the curve of the bridge on my way home
and at the peak my heart is heavy as the moon.
that song’s on the radio again and there’s the steady lights of a plane in the sky.
a symbol of you. you were the dream that flies but never took off. you keep happening again and again. and down here on the ground i sing to the full moon that i want you back.
a rolling tamborine and a mismatched itinerary remind me it can never happen.
so i soar on through sadness, a hopeful passenger. riding wings of faith that i’ll find the way you lifted me up again somehow on my own. the nosedive will flatten out. i’ll crash into a new beginning.

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