your hairlights
at an arm's indifference
ensconsed in the illusion of your return
I've always held you at an arm's distance
to draw back by pushing
OR
to bring closer by pulling
I tether here and there(you were always my greatest illusion)
as the november smowstorm gently bemoans your decreasing taillights
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