Thursday

poem


feelings of our past
  collide with new ideas
new love,
        new us

when we could laugh
    we run in the rain

 to come
home to
warm blankets

to cuddle for endless
summer nights

we followed the train tracks to the
river

where we both found our place
and shared the Wolf Moon

i remember looking in
your brown eyes

      and smiling

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