Forget Me.


He followed me up there, climbing the spokes of the wheel as it churned us across the sky. Coloured carts weaving through the stars,  I sat in a curve, scooped out of metal inside.

"Do you remember?" He whispered.

I wish we had chosen a Merry Go Round. I wish I had a china horse that could gallop me into the night.

My heart is swinging in the bucket above the sea.

I remember.

I let go of his hand.

Beats of a haunting remain.




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