In Answer to Your Burning Question
       

It was a minor panic, thanks. It was a mirror
over the fireplace and I watched us.
It was the one a.m. train; I know because

I'm lonely. It was the usual awkwardness,
you claimed, though I'm not sure, really.
Rain in the air. And then, rain.

And snow back home; the map proves it.
Six a.m.: ok, if you want. We'll walk
in the dark. Or, stay here, also in the dark.

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