In the reflection of the window as it rained I traced outline of your face.
It wiped away.
I wondered why I couldn't be one of those drops.
Even though I know how hard they fall when I dream of a February verse.
In the reflection of the lake fighting off the breeze I let the tide pull me in and just laid there.
I wondered how surface tension could still hold me up.
Of just floating away from short days and longer nights away.
I lift this worn face towards the sky, embraced.
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