twenty-second floor

tall buildings
silhouettes in windows
twenty-two floors up
your face against the glass

angles of the street
where we used to meet
feel sharp and obtuse
can you feel my eyes on you

smell of the city
dangerous as love
mostly it’s the memories
that have brought me back

staring at
the twenty-second floor

i think i see you wave
it’s been a beautiful day
exploring the city with you
like a shadow in your daydream

pictures of you on my camera
and this new memory
i carve your initials
in a lamppost

a light drizzle
maybe i should go home
i love being a voyeuristic
on your adventures



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