Saudade by Courtney Iona

Lifetimes away, you sip whiskey through tight stirring straws, and use your telescope to count glimpses of me slipping past shutterless windows.

I feel you watch and wonder if you regret the miles of month between us; the year like ocean, shrinking you to a pinprick.

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