The Final Push
By: Tricia Callahan
There is only so much
I can take
before you push me away.
Our street lined with regret.
I lit a cigarette.
This is going to be a long night and a long life.
But those midnight chats meant everything:
drunken rambles, petty things.
Just some words about love and stars
hidden in those shitty bars.
We can’t run from our dreams
always constant in the back of our minds and in my
you’ll always be mine.
It’s where the heart and the mind collide.
Maybe a different place or a different time.
Stay up late but there’s no rewind.
It eats me up and spits me out.
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