She was a pretty girl
Wide-set blue eyes
Driving down the highway junction
Montreal to Vancouver
She got lost in the horizon
Squeezed ourselves onto a park bench
Heads resting on each other’s shoulders
O. says you want me to say a prayer
And I think what would it matter anyway
Saw her again that day
She was standing on the chapel steps
Wide set blue eyes focused beyond mine
Back turned to the sky

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