Suppose we'd be beautiful together? (21/25)

Suppose we'd be beautiful together?
and fairy lights dripping over the bar doorway also make me look sweeter in the half-light 
shoulders draped over lazily with a fog shawl left over from the rain
​would the shape of my eyes be known for the mind it let peek through?

Suppose
the roads that crumble away at their edges into
     the rusty orange creek that has been drowning
     the same car without an engine for years now
open their battered backs to my feet 
like an invitation or late night phone call from mother begging daughter to visit before she forgets her name too
​     along with everything else, diseased into an afterthought
would the smile in my voice echo in their teeth?

Suppose I came back for you?
​and you rained the creek into an ocean, the fog into a maze, the roads into rubble
and I still came back
what then?

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