reading: instead, by ishani jasmin

"In the space between,
you turn to me.
‘I don’t believe in a place
beyond this one.’

But there is. There is
the day after tomorrow
where we go for a walk 
and get ice cream.

There is the Sunday after next,
where we mooch about the forest.
I scuff my boots and have to buy new ones.

There is time after time
to be had, 
But I know what you mean,
and it stings.
There will come a time where
we won’t find each other,
won’t see each other again,
and that is loss.

But before that, there is
a perfect walk home.

And another one."
 — the day after tomorrow | ishani jasmin

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