the difference a year makes
we were reminiscent of the starlets,
satin skirts on babydoll bodies,
stolen eyes under elegant names.
we were the soft hum when the movie came on,
you the warm breeze | i the anxious knee
and we barely spoke yet
i knew
in the pools of silver saturation,
where the ashes of burnout pile and fade
you would be there
to smoke an apology,
to roll up a goodbye.
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