i cover up as i ascend a mountain to get closer to something
legs burning as the rest of me freezes in the snow
what does it mean when i can only speak to you with eyes closed
whispering prayers to no god in particular, hoping to be heard
words turn to vapor in the cold air and slowly disappear
maybe if i can see them, you can hear them
crossing that plane between us like old letters
pounds of dirt and stone can't bury this memory
i dig them up every year and look for new ways to forget
things would be so much easier
i would switch places in an instant
the world could be a little better for it.
dm...
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