alone in the city
she stood at her window without her shirt,
i watched from below surrounded by snow.
even at night, everywhere was light
reflecting off her back revealed to her
waist. her hair pulled up, we stood like statues
for moments that felt like days. she never
turned to reveal us both. instead, with hands
over her head, she stepped into the dark.
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