i walked
with the wind
blowing my short hair
into my eyes
i looked
both ways
before crossing
the street
the world is golden
the sun lowering
onto the tops
of buildings
i arrive at one
the library
through its doors i find warmth
in the absence of the cold wind
i am early
and to my surprise
you're already sitting there
and i realize i'm not so surprised
i like this budding routine
we sit there, talking
you talked for forty minutes straight
and i wasn't once bored
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