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In that moment,
a coincidence
that string that led you through your days
held with hopeful fingers
an entanglement,
a seat taken across from me.
Lay your head down.
Splay your hand across the wood
- a memory.
Holding yourself down.
After you awaken,
a glance
- a bashful theft of the eyes
Another glance.
Emptiness broken by rain.
A haphazard chandelier.
A twitch.
A movement of the hand.
A rustling of the raincoat.
Arising of the body.
An exit, with music,
you can’t hear.
A tug on my string.
As it pulls away it burns.
A tight hold.
A grand entrance,
a fanfare,
later.
A song
A joke
A common occurrence
A lure
A loneliness so pure
and cured.