I could be anywhere, this
reflection of me staring back from the blacks of your eyes, same gray sky, fuzzy against the edges of your new life. Street sounds fading in the background of that face -- eyes closed, sleeping on a mountainside single bed, dripping sweat, middle of the night twenty-hour bus ride, chair reclined. We've been everywhere, incidentally, accidentally, by chance: that thing that we had, before it slipped through our hands. The way you held mine, I remember the first time on the dark blue streets of somewhere with blurred lines -- we could be anywhere. But we stand, incidentally, accidentally, by chance on the street right here staring at the fragments of a phantom romance.
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Jana
4/6/2017 01:45:04 am
Thank you and well done! LOVE THIS❤
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Christine
4/6/2017 06:59:39 am
Thank you, Jana!! <3
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