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our eyes cross in a crowded room. your lips open to bring closure to a conversation and i notice you quickly exiting others just to get to me. dreams about you scare me awake. later, i’ll tell you: i knew it was a dream because you made time for me. later, i’ll tell you: you’re too quick and i can’t keep up so this won’t work out. but then i remember the last time i dreamt of you. far away on a bench just out of reach and crying with your mom who doesn’t know who you won’t tell who held you while you watched me with tears in your eyes and i couldn’t reach you and i couldn’t stop your tears i guess i never really could stop anyone’s tears. later, i’ll tell you: even if i could catch you i couldn’t stop you. maybe someday you’ll understand my love and let me go. until then i’m a bird who thinks its free before it hits the ceiling on the aviary. maybe i’ll get lucky and hit my head hard enough. later, i’ll tell you: you know this is all your fault.