She disappeared down the hallway,
And you watched her close the door.
You walked back into your apartment
And sat on the floor, staring through
The floor-to-ceiling windows at the river.
And then the state of the world
Changed,
Bathing you in a purple-orange
Glow of sunset shimmer.
Everything seemed so close!
Did you rush back out and knock on her
door
To show her? Or did you stay on the floor,
Transfixed?
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