Saturday, November 19, 2011

A smile on your lips

I walk around town, first to the place where we met, and then to where you parked your car and told me you loved me. I still remember reaching over to hold your hand, but you pulled me closer and kissed me instead, a smile on your lips. Then, finally, I make my way to your open arms and we dance the night away just like every night since then.

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