Clarity
I can’t see your eyes
I don’t know your voice
Would your heart
know mine
on a subway
at
rush hour
in
the rain
on
a Monday
as you missed
your
train
dropped your
cell
in a puddle
forgot
your
purpose
lost the
truth?
Matters not.
I would know
yours.
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