Through a frosted window,
I may have seen your face.
Once,
about five years ago.
I still have the framed painting
you brought me from
Newfoundland.
You mentioned something about the landscape.
Signed with X's and O's.
It sits in the back of my closet,
and I make the excuse
that I need a nail.
But really, I just
don't have the
desire,
to look at it.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
Through a frosted window,
I may have seen your face.
Once,
about five years ago.
I still have the framed painting
you brought me from
Newfoundland.
You mentioned something about the landscape.
Signed with X's and O's.
It sits in the back of my closet,
and I make the excuse
that I need a nail.
But really, I just
don't have the
desire,
to look at it.
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