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That Moon Out My Window

A Poem a Day №34

I know
that smells
can trigger
memories
like knives
to the gut
like that
guy who
bumped into you
and for a
minute you
thought it
was him.

Other things
can gut you
too, like
the moon
through your
window
the same
window
you saw the
moon through
in high school
when your loves
were so much
simpler and
in a way
more pure
and beautiful.

This moon
view this
glimpse through
I get so
many nights
lately
brings me back
to sleepovers
girl talk
in the dark
about boys
who were
so young
and pure
and beautiful.