the inside of the steamy window, leaving streaks,
like tears,
on a pockmarked face.
Inside, they lie,
side by side.
He watches her, holds her,
caresses her lifeless, cooling hand,
begs her to stay, despite knowing,
knowing she's gone.
We step inside and take one look.
Inside, the image in the window is mirrored,
as tears stream down his gentle, pockmarked face.
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