As distant ships comparing
Reflections of smoke on ghost glass
You and I learn a little more
about, one another.
You are from the coast and I am
from the city which is far from there.
The distance is meaningless in this place though.
As skating on a mirror
We see more of ourselves than
We would elsewhere.
Last rays of our sun
and we are close.
I reach out to touch you.
As a stormcloud comes and goes
I am ripped from the bridge and
Hit with cold water like a broken mirror.
Your eyes dissolve before me
and your smell is lost in the wind.
Like a cold, smooth marble carapace
We retain and are kept off our secret mirror.
From the coast
From the city.
As the cold white sun streams in,
I molt and get dressed. I know I will see you again.
Like two distant ships comparing smoke reflections on ghost glass.
As skating on a mirror,
I will be there.
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