“passing glimpse”
forgive me, but through the
curtains i saw your innocence.
it’s freezing outside and i’m tired of
watching shadows of old lovers
from park benches.
you exist as an angel in
transit.haplessly swallowed by the
open mouths of light from starscapes above.
it’s freezing on the inside. there was never
a moment we shared, but your silhouette
tells stories.
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