Questioning Conclusions

I asked you to walk me home one night, so many nights ago,
down a dirt path without lamps.

We took baby steps
to slow down the time
and you gestured towards
the center of the galaxy while freight trains whistled by.

I got distracted by the tired memory of shooting stars,
the sensation of mosquitoes kissing my arms,
and wondered if we’d ever really arrive.

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