Kinistino Ave. from In Relation by Cassia Hardy

The last time we crossed paths,
biking past at summer speed…

Now I’m riding
the length of church st.
no hands on the bar and

it starts,
that feeling familiar,
heartstrings pulling
tighter all the time.

I tried to will you back
and crashed out,
cradled in an asphalt crack.

Then I read who’s
set to leave next,
and in my head
Simone’s voice chimed,

‘if every prairie bloom
had gotten room to thrive,
what colours would surround?’

For now, that feeling familiar-
heartstrings severed
when they’re
pulled up from the root.

Is it true?
If we rebuilt this city right,
would it be

the kind that gets
you back to stay?

Hey but, be sure,
my love remains.

No no no.
I want you to go.

for sure, try it out!

I want you to go,
I hope you
make it home.

You know
that feeling familiar,
heartstrings passing
through a sleepy little burg?

I could search,
missing every vivid shade,
looking for

the kind that gets
you back to stay.

Hey but, be sure,
my love remains.
Make it home.

• Alternative
• Treaty 6
• amiskwaciy
• indie rock
• pop
• songwriter
• Edmonton