always, when my face
is pressed coldly on the glass
to look at the night and the stars and the light,
and the light outside and at windows
soft and warm in the dark,
always, i see your face …
always, when my eyes
close briefly for the night,
when i wake up with a sudden start
and remnants of my dream
shoot up to the brightest star,
always, i see your eyes …
always, when my smile
turns bitter with the cold,
when waking life no longer counts,
when dreams wander beyond time,
when i lie so still in darkest night,
always, i see your smile …
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