Moments like Home
On your bed, on a new continent,
I slowly glimmer out of existence,
a blip of shadow scuffed quietly
down downy comforters.
You play guitar above my head,
rogue notes peppering my cheeks
like iridescent snowflakes in summer:
rare but dazzling, ephemeral.
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