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Typewriter Series #317 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Text below in case it’s hard to read:

“Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.
Somewhere, someone
shakes from the ripple
of a thousand butterflies
inside a single stomach.
Somewhere, someone
is packing their bags to see the world
with someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is reaching through the most terrifying few
feet of space to hold the hand
of someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is watching someone else’s chest rise and fall
with the breath of slumber.
Somewhere, someone
is pouring ink like blood onto pages
fighting to say the truth that has no words.
Somewhere, someone
is waiting patient but exhausted
to just be with someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is opening their eyes to a sunrise
in someplace they have never seen.
Somewhere, someone
is pulling out the petals, twisting the, apple stem
picking up the heads up penny, rubbing the rabbits foot,
knocking on wood, throwing coins into fountains,
hunting for the only clover with only 4 leaves, skipping
over the cracks, snapping the wishbone, crossing their
fingers, blowing out the candles, sending dandelion seeds
into the air, ushering eyelashes off their thumbs,
finding the first star, and waiting for 11:11 on their
clock to spend their wishes on someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is saying
goodbye, but somewhere, someone else is saying
hello.
Somewhere, someone,
is sharing their first or their last kiss with their or
no longer their someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is wondering if how they feel is how the other they
feels about them and if both theys could ever become
a they together.
Somewhere, someone
is the decoder ring to all of the great mysteries of
life for someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is the treasure map.
Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.
Somewhere, someone
is wrong.”

-Tyler Knott Gregson-