… so many corners in this city with her-shaped shadows. (The nubility of her youth is less shocking than one might suppose, all things considered.) There’s always cracks in a day where one can disappear (in)to. He counts on you looking away even as you blindly see right through.
… so few these days. He squeezes in one more kiss. One more moment before goodbye. Nestled in one more set of arms, he tells her he’ll miss her most.
This is another where I get depth of meaning in:
and…
I am so glad… xo!