days before it felt as if i was watching my life
through the window of a camera;
hitting play and rewind at will to will you
back here, back in the chair next to me,
willing your voice to work its way into my ear.
just like before. the stroll past an old building
led to viewfinder videos of me running
up to the door and into your arms, or of me stealing
one last look up to your window late at night.
but now the camera can stay shut, that chair
is actually inhabited by your body, corporeal. again.
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