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.