Two night in a row
Spent
Restless yet dreaming
A small room in my aunt's house
A small room at my mother's apartment
My own wide bed
And on the sidewalk at thirteen
You're leggy in green shorts
And your glasses
A striped shirt

Years later at your brother's wedding
You were divorced and angry
Red-faced and loud from drinking
And no one I knew
And you didn't know me

And why would you
We never had even a single bungled kiss
When we stood there, you quiet, me knowing nothing to say

Thinking of you once every million years
On nights of a certain timbre

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