Reception
There is no fireplace
in your room
so I cannot come up;
still, the borders of your smile
eclipse my ambivalence,
warn of belatedness.
I journey home
and slip into sleep
fix my gaze into nightspace,
linger half-awake,
remember your whispers
when we were seventeen.
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