Budapest by our guest writer Anna Claire

you move to a small house
the side of a mountain
a foreign country
to learn to be alone.
you fall in love instead.
he is kind, beautiful
full of light.
you build him into your life
your bones
you grow together, up, in new ways.
you travel the world.
but one time in Budapest
standing under a bridge waiting for a taxi
you see some other world in a stranger’s eyes
and think about who you would have been alone.

by our guest writer Anna Claire

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