what truly matters to you?
sometimes the sun
asks you
to
write again and it is impossible to say no.
remember the questions i asked you last time?
when you visited through these
dirty train windows.
it’s funny how you can see the
marks left
behind , scuffs ,
from scrubbing and cleaning.
everything leaves a mark.
speckled like zebra print. blobs
and curves
distorted lines.
do you know i don’t blame you for not remembering?
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