From a Second Storey Window

IV
clothes that looked
honest on you
that would have seemed
contrived on anyone else

III
a portrait of you
framed on a wall
you standing next to it

II
a party in summer
ecstasy and cocktails

I
a phone call

I
a light went out

II
twenty one hours later
and i can’t stop imagining your fall

III
two months and two days
a crowd and red wine
a free bar and your long coat

IV
one year and four months
you told me i looked like
an actress from an old film
i remember the things that don’t matter

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