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This summer is nostalgic for the almosts. Do you remember how the waning moon watched us, close enough that I smelled of your cologne, but never quite touching? The humidity of these days feels like the weight of us the cloak of not knowing, of wanting, but being afraid to ask. Memories like these could create diamonds.

I imagine you taste like the sweat on my lip - Meghan Lynn

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Give me the day-by-day leaders the ones who wake in the morning and do not think twice about the way they live, the way they love. The ones not thinking about the mismatched wanderers finding each other in fifty years, realizing their hearts have the same beat, ready to battle anyone who says they shouldn't. Give me the guides who did not set out to change the world, who wanted only what was right, only what was true. Sometimes the greatest act of resistance is holding hands.

Thanking the Lovings, 50 years later -- Meghan Lynn

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Every morning I wake up and dig my way out of the rubble. I am piecing together the shattered vases of nights I can't remember, trying to decipher the hieroglyphs that you left behind. I will retrace our steps, blinking through the ash, but nothing here will be fully whole again.

Archaeology - Meghan Lynn

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I left my heart in San Francisco New York Washington D.C. on the streets of every city where my sisters, aunts, grandmothers laced up their boots and moved forward. Let the sidewalks be littered with the trampled pasts we carried on our backs. We are writing the next chapter.

Nineteen - Meghan Lynn

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It sounds romantic wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea and open notebook; someone had to bring me the mug because I couldn't muster the energy to boil water the last six pages of the book have nothing but harsh strokes and outlines. I have written nothing of substance in months. Every day I am going going going but these days life feels more like a treadmill and I am exhausted.

Sleepwalking - Meghan Lynn

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Every morning when you leave, I take a look around the room and make sure you've left something behind. I worry, some days, that I am not enough of a reason for you to come back.

Your book is on my coffee table - Meghan Lynn

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I have been trying for days to put these pains into words to make sense of what seems like an ever-growing hurricane. All I know is every time I watch the news I add a line to your obituary. It is no way to live; this waiting ties knots in nerves. I am holding my breath, in case you need it one day. Your key is in the lock. I exhale until morning.

On mattering - Meghan Lynn

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I want to paint you pictures of how the world looks reflected in your eyes, but there is dust on my table, and dishes in the sink, and I cannot get off the couch, even when you say my name. You say patience isn't a virtue you ever put much stock in, but thank you for sewing me back together every time I begin to unravel.

On those days - Meghan Lynn