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POCKET MEMORIES

Last summer

our days sped by us

like Ferris wheel highs

swept beneath sidewalk alleyways.

We traveled the world

in our little neighborhood of dreams;

a hand to hold so close

yet miles away in words.

We found the best

out of emptiness,

heartening our comfortable silence.


We found each other on accident

two summers ago from June,

hopscotched in one-night walks

on a bus going nowhere fast.

By then, we barely knew

how far the universe would take us

in a matter of months.

Now, all I can think about

is how to comprise your heart flutter

the same way your smile and cosmos

Compose mine.


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