under stars
we walked
an empty street
the snow fell
as white crystals
under blank street lights
against your chest
I listened to the
emptiness in my head
walked out at dusk
the day had
passed me by
against the full moon
snowy streets blinked
my tea was frozen
two chairs alone
on a balcony
a wintry afternoon
drifting clouds
melting snow
construction hurries on
if i watch
close enough
the sky melts
from the window
a maze of concrete
no trees
there's a car somewhere
meant to carry us
to the end of the world
after everything is said
I'll wash my hair
in Pacific baptism
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