window on a bridge


if you can take that part of my back
that i hold most precious most dear
and make it stand out in front of
everything else
then i think i might call you my friend
i might understand what’s going on
when you think you might kiss it
but aren’t totally sure

you think what is could not be what should
and i know the same to be okay
in my world looking out your windows

i still have two and a half minutes to spend here
but i won’t know how much i’ll miss this bridge
until it thunderstorms tomorrow


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