only you and you can hear me

70s ballads pouring over the walls

and your sliding socks against

drafts that rise from hardwood

floor, the oversized shadows of

the baggy flannel shirt ecstatic

haze of motion; my "...tiny dancer"

mouthing every word with the

exaggerated complexion of a

hallmark movie protagonist

and i just wanna pull you closer,

but how can i reach a star

pirouetting across my life,

outshining every false light

i counted on the highway,

now that it feels so real?

 

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