The sun sets and sight takes over.
Houses are shrouded in darkness.
Peaks of roofs touch the sky, suburban sand dunes.
Dark windows blend into the black and make me think of far away places and of home at the same time.
Distance, far from here, that I could find with you and homes that you and I could choose.
All of this beneath a moon that looks down on us in different cities and smiles as we close our eyes to fall asleep, thinking of each other.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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