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  • my favorite memory of you is so short.

    you and i are holding hands and practically skipping back to your car.

    we both drank a few beers.

    danced with each other a little in the dark

    my heart beating fast as it always does.


    we run in the cold.

    i can see my breath.

    i don't ever want to stop or slow down.

    i would rather just stay with you in this moment.

    and pretend that you don't have a house to go to.

    or work in the morning.

    that we live on the road.

    that we are going on some longwinded adventure.

    you exclaim, so excitedly,

    see? our lives could always be like this.

    you mean it in the way that joy is meant to be felt

    without judgement or worry.

    that's my favorite memory of you.

    and it was quite possibly my favorite night in existence.

    i didn't care where we were.

    or who was there with us.

    i felt like a stranger to myself.

    my voice growled out low and confidently

    won't you let me walk you home from school?

    and there was a moment when the audience hushed

    when people started to pay a little attention to us

    that i noticed it

    in that frame

    that was the moment where i started to change.

    started to grow away from who i was then

    to who i am now

    started to fall in love with a feeling

    a way to duplicate.

    i forgot my past there

    and seem to have been running with you

    ever since.
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