Mathematical Improbability

before I drift into another dream, the debris of the mind’s daily setbacks, let me dwell a little longer on the time in the middle of nowhere, your hands on a fraction of a problem, my eyes stretching toward heaven, your mixed signals, your mouth drifting on mine, snow in July

you kiss me, and I remember everything, I remember us

you kissed me why am I still alone

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