Chance brought us into focus
Like a camera angle turned
from one end to the other
to the city destined to be burned

Perfection could have caught us
in the manner of our speech
the silent minutes laughing
the first time did we meet

How is life, your daydreams
since you cut me at the cord
your friendships failing, lifted
your father on the porch
Did it ever change you
the distance that you sought

If for a moment your words
were once again to reach me
I could only venture forth to ask if you still laugh
at Bridget Jones on TV?


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