8 PM



Are there still moments

where you catch a glimpse

of me out of the corner

of your eye,

and for a minute

I am suddenly the most

beautiful thing you’ve ever


Or did we pack those up

in boxes,

shoved to the guest room,

a thing of the past like

ticket stubs and old textbooks?



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