There's cracks in the sidewalk
Traced with bare toes; winter's day.
I listen to the hum of passing cars that aren't you
Sipping coffee after a movie, like you said.
But I didn't drive your car,
Didn't hide you and feed you Skittle-covered pizza;
I am alone.
That face like mine in the window still waits for you.
Watching cars pass in the reflection, just in case, or so I say.
Sipping coffee, writing you into my thoughts,
Childish thoughts.
But you love me because I make you smile,
Love in a way.
Cold toes on sidewalk cracks,
And I wonder if you're smiling.
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