Seven clothes pins cast a shadow
On my roof as I playfully wave an electric torch
As I get closer to the pins, the shadows get larger
Moving away makes them fade
I can see the terrace lit from a lone incandescent bulb,
Circled by critters, disrupting my view
Everything around this night is as profound
Like knowing you
Maybe the shadows are my pain, the clothes pins memories
The torch my heart longing to remember
The clothes pins are two sets of pink
Two sets of green, And a different yellow
So much like my memories of us
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