where hope’s fallen through
are some of the best reasons
for starting anew.

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I am not the me,
not the me you thought I’d be,
not the one to set you free
and not the one you once believed
would stem the tides of seas.

I am more than me,
not the one you had foreseen,
but just like you I had a dream –
a delicate contingency –
depending on a “we.”

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cresting Ben Franklin,
taut lips melt into a smile
for unknown reasons.