we did it all
we sipped hot, spiced cider
beneath a rainy dark sky
- we watched our breaths in the air
and admired a panting Newfoundland
then we knew it was time
to go home
and curl around our edges
and search for the nebulous curvatures
of ourselves and others
i'm always sad to walk away from you
and i always get butterflies when i watch you walk toward me
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