the fireflies through your window

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even if i wanted to
i'd never tell you that
when you're not home
your window glows sunsets
in my reflection.

you could laugh at me
all you wanted
(for i've dreamed of your voice)
not only the microscopic vampires
floating in your comforting breeze.

they screamed
not profanities, as you had forbidden
adrenaline rushing through
my stained-glass sight
the spot where you landed.

it hadn't been long
slipping from your grasp
where footsteps felt heavier
without you by my side
i'll stay here.

perhaps
this could be home
just for awhile.

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