when you enter the room
our eyes meet only for
a moment
this is when you tell
me the story
the one that no-one else
should know
but with all these voices
all this smoke
all this noise
this few seconds
- it’s all we’ve got
I blink in response
that’s the end of it
we look away
I get up
and search for my wings
in this huge pile of
coats and jackets
I put them on
ignoring all of the creases
and rips.
I leave
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