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You have a furnace heart and snow globe eyes, dear

You are in the cracks in the sidewalk
I dare not step upon
You are in the leaf ladened winds
I care to listen to
You are in the way I tie my shoes
Or the way I don't
You are in the lock and the key
I don't know which  
You are gone but you are here
And I don't know which

It's strange that we were carried around in our moms in the same area
And that we each took our first breath in the same hospital
Maybe we breathed the same air, though it would have been stale by the time you were there
It's strange that we walked around nearby and went to the same school in our different bodies
That we probably passed each other in the hallway
That years later, we actually met, had small talk and flirted
That our bodies met for the first time
That we smiled and touched each other
That part of my body was inside yours
And that what went on outside, I guess, caused some issues between us
So now someone else's body is in yours
Someone else I shared hallways with
And orange slices at soccer games
I don't really like how it is now
I wish I could have just stayed inside you
I think we both liked that

It would have been six months today, if you had stayed.