Once again I have consigned my pain to words
    Its reflection is offered to me
    An acquaintance approaching from behind
    As I stand by a darkened window

    No
    It is still too close

    Make it the lights of an oncoming car
    Seen over a rise against power lines
    So that we are prepared to pass without incident
    Knowing our eyes will not meet
    To compare emptiness
    Across the night

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