color coded nights

Knowing you takes time.
I wave at you through frosted windows
frosted with paint.
It’s not real snow. You knew that.
The bus forgot to stop at your stop.
It’s raining in your lungs.
I draw stick figures of you and me
but I erase them so you don’t see.
I’m tired of goodbyes so I bypass them.
You are full of goodbyes.

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