untitled

he touches his nose to the window
breathes onto the glass
and writes in the mist
‘do not forget me’

she folds the corner of the page
closes the book
and checks her mobile for messages
there are none

he wipes away the words
leaves his hand pressed to the pane
and for a second she thinks
someone is waving at her



© Jan Noble 2008



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