The Act of Estimating as Worthless
my left thumb
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my left thumb goes on top when i weave my fingers together
and i can't remember whose thumb went on top when our hand were together
but lately i've been told that i'm thinking too much
and not just about you
but there are certain memories i just can't get out of head
like how the lights above your hammock
looked like glowing dragonfly wings
in the dark without my glasses on
and the passing trains sus as we slowly drifted off
but here instead of passing trains there are only passing airplanes
which are less comforting because they don't remind me of you
and from my window they don't look like how they used to look from yours