Wyoming

I could love you,
when I couldn’t love anyone.
I could love you,
during summertime
and even in the winter months.


I could love you an entire lifetime long,
but what I was not ready for
was to miss you
in every face and form.


I see the plains of a new horizon
and miss the passion weaved into your bones,
I feel the heat and start to wonder
if you ever think of me at all.


Whichever way you look at it,
it’s undeniable-
some places
lodge themselves
heavy into the soul.

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