half my heart in pennsylvania


they say

I’m not supposed to be

split in half

I’m supposed to be

whole on my own


but what if I want to be

cut open


spit out and

you hold me close


waking to an open window

in a city you don’t sleep

and the lights only

flicker on when you’re a match

then I can see them


pull me north

where I can land

without falling

just falling for

another day we can call ours

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/17/21

View tallsquirrelgirl's Full Portfolio
saiom's picture

Forests Of Penn


May all states and lands have as many trees per sq mile

as Pennsylvania..

One wonders what your other beloved half is