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Engine low like a held breath Sky not blue,
not gone yet
Streetlights thinning one by one Like they forget what they were for
Windows cold with passing dark Fields dissolve before they start
Everything I’m leaving stays Soft and out of reach There’s a line
I almost see
Where it stops holding me
In the last of the night I don’t turn around There’s nothing
pulling now Just the sound of the ground And the light—coming slow
Like it’s unsure of me I’m not where I was Not where
I’ll be Road runs quiet under wheels No sharp edges,
nothing real
Just a fading silver thread
Unspooling what I was
Air moves different out here Less like weight,
more like clear
Every mile loosens something
I don’t name There’s a space I step into
It doesn’t ask me to
In the last of the night I don’t turn around There’s nothing
pulling now Just the sound of the ground And the light—coming slow
Like it’s unsure of me I’m not where I was Not where
I’ll
be No sudden change No
clear divide
Just less of it
Each mile I drive The dark
gives way Without a sound
Like it was never Holding me down In the last of the
night I don’t turn around And
the light—coming slow I’m not where I was Not where I’ll be
Last of the night
Still on my skin Fading without
Asking me in