Franklin Line from Readville

I think

without meaning to,

I’d stumbled into thinking

I’d reached the outer edge of beauty until I

stumbled,

dazed,

into knowing you.

 

And even if we never see each other again

(which seems likely) —

jesus christ, I’d been living under the dim pretense that

good was good enough.

But then

I rushed in from the street and saw you and

nearly forgot my own name until,

miracle,

you smiled and said,

as both question and answer:

Hannah?

 

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