the inside isn't quite as clear
just strangers
or long distance lovers?
she was never certain herself
of exactly how to explain themselves
nor did she want to put much thought
into any definition
less satisfying than his laughter
so she spent her days focused
on anything to distract her
from the way he understood everything
without her having to speak
until the window grew so dusty
she could hardly see out at all
and if he understood anything
she was no longer certain
which was much more satisfying
than finally knowing
exactly how to explain themselves
as long distance strangers.
1 comment:
if we spend too much time looking through fogged windows instead of looking outside for our selves, then we lose what it is we are looking for.
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