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We Were Similar in That Way

It was windy in the snow globe.

Our windowpanes rattled.

Snow piled at the door.

We held hands and sat cross-legged on the floor.

We didn’t know when the storm would pass.

Take whatever you want, she said.

I said the same. And neither of us took a thing.

After we let go of each other

I couldn’t decide what to do with my hands.

She decided to run sobbing from the house,

into the swirling snow.

That was the last time I saw her.

Yes, we were once that small.

from I’m No Longer Troubled by the Extravagance Find it in the library

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Published in Poems Rick Bursky

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