You and me
hand in hand,
eating Mary Janes
and having a real conversation,
even though I was only six.
I looked up at you,
and had never seen anything
(I still haven't).
falling through your dark hair,
and you smiling at me
like we shared some big secret.
I guess that is who we always were,
I can still smell the sweetness of your perfume~
and the asphalt~
as the city streets and the end of summer
breathed down around us.
And yet, neither were quite there.
That moment was perfect.
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