I gaze
with my shadow
at the spring moon
that used to perch
on our shared dream
I dust
our photos taken years ago
wondering
if there's a Gobi Desert
in a corner of her heart
drinking alone
under an autumn sky
in my glass
I see her moon face
of three loves ago
snowing outside
I sit at a window
drinking coffee
the old self walks into
the summer of '67
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