There is a map tucked in his back pocket
and his lips twitch like an undecided compass
before he grins.
She's always had atlases
in place of irises,
stacks of packed bags
napping
in her closet.
She knows what it's like
to have a head covered in clouds
to peer at pastel dreams
through an airplane window.
One day, he might ask her to run away.
One day, she might just say
yes.
- Kristen Costello
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Under The Milky Way. 💫
PoésieUh some quotes and shit??? {Credit goes to owners, as said.}
