the magnified bottom.

Was it me back then
waiting so strange,
standing so small,
being seen through
the magnified bottom
of empty whiskey glasses.
I didn’t intend to
revisit old beds
but on nights like this
when sunset smells of
warm soil and
dampened leaves,
I remember
it may have happened
but never did.

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