Act

as if he could give
you what remains
of daylight. Shadow kisses 

across your cold cheek. Relief
from rush hour chaos—a simple word breaking 

off your mouth. Energy
from ten cups of black coffee, ten cans of Red 

Bull not needed here. As if
this recognition could be
on your face.

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