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September waits on the porch until it’s time to go in. She comes with spice and transitions and she never sits. There is so much to do. It’ll feel normal outside again soon. Once the fireflies start playing lighthouse and you think of grabbing a light sweater, just to be safe.

— another season cycling through mayhem

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Time reminds all my vices of a brand new December to get through–

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Time reminds all my vices of a brand new December to get through.

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A sweeter September ripens, is this where we really begin to open up?

— Zane Frederick

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“I WOULD MISS YOU LESS IF YOU WERE FURTHER AWAY”

— a poem I haven’t written yet, a harsh truth

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How sweet is this spring? Usual crisp in the air. The kids are blowing raspberries. We’re playing outside while we warm up to the season. With a fist full of risks, we feel bold enough again.

— Zane Frederick // April!

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"March has come so soon & I've only just begun to know you."

Zane Frederick // realizations from another cycle of seasons

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Reminder, we can only be in Love to here.

I can’t keep the distance, it’s a supernova. Time is dying and we keep exploding.

— Zane Frederick // a book not yet written

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You’ve got a firm hand on my faith, but I don’t believe you these days.

— Zane Frederick; Tell me something honest

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I know I’ll be fine but I never wanted to end up here. I didn’t think I would have to get over you. Here I am on the drive home going ten under. Cars cruise by and the song you showed me is shuffled in a sort. I miss you more than I know what to do with.

— Zane Frederick; mental journal entry

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There has to be a name for this sort of longing. This infinite calling. My voice can’t be this hoarse without so much as an echo in return.

— Zane Frederick; You Messed Me Up For Good

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I’m incognito at the cafe.

No one can tell how many times 

I’ve looked up at the door to see

if you’ll walk through its frame.

No one knows how I’ve memorized

every face in my vicinity,

to be sure I didn’t m iss you.

It will be a random Tuesday,

where I catch you again.

— Zane Frederick

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There’s a glare to my left and it’s you across the room. I hate how you’ve become some sort of sun. I remove my things from the seat beside me. You know the spaces I’ve made for you. We talk about our week and sit with our grins. No one tells us we’re on fire.

— Zane Frederick

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You know I pass by your place on my off days. Not because I’m some creep or a spy, you’re just always on my way.

— Zane Frederick, “But You’re Missing”

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“The pain will remember us, at least. If no one else will.”

— Zane Frederick

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This is not the closing. I’ll leave us dog earred. This is something we’ll pick back up. No rush. I want to die honest, so know I don’t wait anymore. And I don’t ever finish the poem. May my silence be a wake up call. For me, we’ll still be a memory that’s walking us back to the car.