Years later by coincidence
unexpected layover strands me
once more in your city
Here, winter sounds are rubber
the hiss of tires through slush
squeaking wet soles
It was cold then too, but
you of the starbucks eyes
made me feel my blood again
The espresso machine shrieks
somewhere out there in the grey
my train replies
Snow falls, I'm flipping my phone
open and shut, open and shut
I seem to have lost your number
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