thick fog where you breathe
on the window pane.
you draw
a heart in the quick-fading white
because it seemed like
the right thing to do.
outside, the world is just
another specimen behind glass,
everything cataloged.
here is a sparrow
caught on the wind.
and here,
the gray you find
swarming in the city.
but it seemed new
when your cloud of breath disappeared
and we were part of it all.
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