We sat on the red staircase, winter
behind the pizza place, over the banister
the house cat at the end was looking.
I think we were
dreaming too long, but you came
back first - your eyes brighter
from what you saw before. The sun came out
from the clouds, but
it was a different time
I was there with you. You pulled
your coat around your waist, and looked at me
with your eyes open, and I saw
your freckles more
while you were smiling. Remember
walking through the woods at twilight,
your scarf flew behind you in the
wind and you came
back when I called

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