From my second story window
I gaze over the city
attempting to find the streetlight
closest to your house.

When I hear a siren in the distance
I pray you weren’t harmed.

Whenever there is a strong wind
I blow a kiss so it can reach you.

Looking at the crescent moon
and weighing the possibility
that you may be looking at it, too
makes me feel ever so close to you.

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