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John
I look at him leaning against the wall,
Out-of-breath, sweaty, ethereal.
Wool coat wrapped around him
Despite the heat of the room.
Dark curls plastered to his forehead,
Eyes avoiding mine.
I look at him and laugh.
I can’t help it.
It’s so ridiculous,
So uncommon,
Being pulled from my seat to
Chase after a cab
With no explanation.
Bounding over rooftops,
Chasing the bottoms of his feet,
So much faster than my own.
The air rushing past my face,
Cold and shocking,
Reminds me that this is real,
This is real.
But now in the tepid air of the flat
The only thing to remind me is our breathing,
Our synchronized laughter.
He meets my eyes just for a second
And he stops laughing.
I do too.