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One day all the silent seconds
our soles coerced into the sidewalk
cracks will react tectonically and
maybe then, the shifts (within us,
below us) will make you remember
all the things you almost said. No
matter where I am (my life,
your life) I will think of you as 
stranger on the street. I’ve only
known myself reflected—you never
let me in.