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i wonder if she'll remember which house was ours
when shes looking at this from above
(if she does at all.)

the lights that border the awnings and
ice being stirred loudly in a cocktail glass--
i'm certain we are obvious.

i'm wrapped up in this red shawl that was hers
looking at the icy lights.
they go out just at the song ends
and i wrap my headphones up
turn the player off
and my head, heavy with thoughts,
rests on my pillow for the first time in months.