Falling in love

I pressed my forehead against the window,
the rain sliding off like my thoughts.

Everything brought me back to you.
A song. A smell.
The taste of silence at 3 a.m.

I wondered if you were thinking of me,
even for a second.

My heart hadn't learned to lie.
It still cried out your name
in my nights that were too long.

You had passed through me
like light passes through tinted windows:
discreetly,
but profoundly.

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