invisible tears
a woman who does not know from her eyes
seems she knows me
wind
is a moment made of broken phrases
everyone turns
but I
she
the lighter in his hand
our shadows
asks me what I want
I wonder if they're really asking
everyone around me look at something I would look
understand
nailed instead rest on his invisible tears
questions about his voiceless
I understand
look over to see those eyes
if we never met and where
where the wind is a moment made of broken phrases
rest inert
she disappears
no
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