cigarettes in mouth, drinks in hand.
i stare into the mountains, into oblivion.
the air is dark and unsure
quick a cat,
soft as freedom
world against us, i grip the rail.
i close my eyes and breathe into myself
when my eyes open, the world has changed
out the window of her appartment
is where your dreams float away.
but you were too tired to chase them.
but there is an image in my mind
and i have to know if it is real
its an image of your fingers woven into mine.
but instead,
we take a drink.
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