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under the stars tonight?”
[“Do you want to stay with me under the stars tonight?”]
patricia c.
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your smile was lavender scented lips the shape of infinity, scrawled out in tiny letters of “good morning, how are you?”
the promises you keep tucked into your fists of gold with skin as soft as melted butter on a perfectly toasted sourdough slice
we sat in the grass humid from the evening rain with the dancing dewdrops that sparkled in your eyes until they ran down your face and stained your beige sweater with a damp shadow
i didn’t ask because we are merely strangers a face in an endless hallway the crescendo of piano keys before they come to a slamming halt
i waited for you to leave because the sweetest illusion would be that you feel it too beating in our chests filling our lungs coloring our rosy cheeks with the hope that somewhere we could be more than just a face in the endless hallway and the crescendo of piano keys that mimic our skipping hearts
but then your lavender scented smile returned and the dewdrops in your eyes sparkled like fireflies in the ocean of uncertainty and when you leaned in your breath tickled my ear as you whispered…