Head rested upon the pane
Eyes watching the drops
Smacking upon the glass
How they slide down
As if caressing
Yet mirrored is the image
Upon my face
Where are you?
My body rests upon the bench
Eyes gaze at stars
Bright upon the dark sky
How they shimmer above
As if trying to find the other
Mirrored is their loss
Upon my being
Where are you?
My fingers rest...
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