Annar in the Inbetweens

Magic Still Stirs

I still blow you kisses towards the South East
from the tallest hill in my city,
from the tallest building here
among the setting sun,

I still love you
and it still hurts
but I know you are free
and I am free
to fight, to love, to laugh
with others, without us.
 
And magic still stirs
in the inbetweens
like unsettling dust
when I blow a kiss down South.
Even though I am now a grown woman—
magic still stirs.