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36 lines
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title: Overpass
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week: 6
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date: 2024-02-09
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'Meet me at the overpass,' I wrote. 'When the day comes.' I wanted to know so badly where I would end up. Would I be funny, pretty, sweet? Would my time be well spent? Would I make it out of this mess? Of course, I knew it was impossible. I'm only 17. I would have to wait like the rest of us.
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Just in case, I went. Down my well-trodden path, in this city of bustle. Grey buildings domineered, I looked up to them, fraught. There wasn't much to see here, unchanging day to day. I walked to the centre, heavy legs dangling as busy cars rushed over black nowhere roads. Alone, I was startled - a kind woman tapped my shoulder.
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'Pick yourself up,' she said, 'and dust yourself off. You'll be okay.'\
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'How can you know?' I crumbled by her side.\
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'I've been here before, things look up, I promise. Do you want to talk about it?'\
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'No thanks, I'm alright.' My overfull skin tightened. 'I trust myself to find the way.'\
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'I believe in you, she assured, her twinkling eyes gleaming.
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I got up, smoothed my clothes, beginning the trek home. Warm leaves danced around me, brand new in the spring. I saw a butterfly, blue, fresh from cocoon's comfort. Black and white buildings seemed endless with possibility. I finished my journal entry: 'You weren't there, but I was. I will find my way.'
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A stroll taken under deceptive sky\
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How quickly it moved beyond overcast\
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I'm glad it did, as it's the reason why\
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I met you there, under the overpass
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I wake and want to see you every day\
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Even though I fear this is but a farce\
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Yet still joy and smiles it brings when I say\
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I'll see you there, under the overpass
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We had a spark that at first seemed concrete\
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Yet our time together has become sparce\
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I have to hold hope, that again we'll meet\
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If await you, under the overpass
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Sorry I was blind, I now see the sign\
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It seems that it's cues I struggle to parse\
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I'll work to be better should stars align\
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Meeting again, under the overpass
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