Stars dripped light
from the
black-knit sky
the cold
hushing wind
made our eyes cry

I liked the way the tears felt on my face--
it gave my anguish a name

Trees lined the stream
Moonlight dressed the rising steam

We once asked each other
if the other
would jump
if we were drowning
or if we'd run for help

I think your answer is why
we aren't in love
I think we all want to be saved
 
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