the sun was shining in through the window
of the bus
the noise of us funneling through the air
whistled down the street
i stepped on my shadow
she was pissed at me for weeks.
called me inconsiderate
i told her to stop whining.
to stop acting like me.
the air was strong and brushed me off my feet
for a second i flew
for once gravity didnt connect us,
my shadow and i,
we could finally just be her, and me.
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