I imagine you in a place wide open and beautiful*
Where the sun sets wildly over the horizon
In the moment you learned we can't concentrate on everything
Though it breaks your heart as strongly as you'd like to
These sun bleached memories see you stand on the beach aside the ocean
Underneath the clouds above the badlands
I see your picture like a still frame standing strongly beneath the sun
When it was you, me and no one but the ghosts we shared
Though there was always talk, we could have lived without it
Though we'd come to doubt it, always surrounded by it
And for whatever lost, there were the hundred things we'd learned
To the point of no return we would stand by it
And I imagine you like all that's pure left in America
The red grass prairies, the Niobrara river
Though in the moment you learned we can't concentrate on everything
You will always be my Antonia Shimerda
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