We sat side by side

in the forest,

on a fallen tree

where all the tears I’d shed

had turned to lichen on the bark

and all the words you’d given me

were butterflies

among the hanging moss.

I never held your hand,

not once,

but roots are tangled

underground

where only the far-sighted see.

We were made to make gods,

you and me.

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Libbie Grant

Libbie Grant is a writer from the PNW. Her most recent novel is The Prophet’s Wife, a literary exploration of the founding of the Mormon faith. libbiegrant.com