The Shape Our Frames Made

Kiersten Holine

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Breathe in come closer
For it may be the first time
Your thoughts grow older
A motion never meant to say
I won’t say it right now

Withhold your praises
As if they ever surfaced land
You’ll draw your mazes
I’ll lie beside you drafting plans

And the shape our frames made
Was a part of history
You were alive beside me
Until I awoke this morning

Breathe in my darling
For this may be the last time
You never started
To sing your sonnets
Trace your lines
We won’t hear them at all

And the shape our frames made
Was a part of history
You were alive beside me
Until I awoke this morning