Your mother’s smile
Glances over the wheel
Our fingers intertwined
Or your hands on my hips
Those bright socks
Sprinting through the parking lot
Drunkards falling over
Sparkly Christmas lights
Leaning on pizza pallor bars
A single lost glove
Slow dances, swaying softly
Swing dancing to pop music
Meeting your friends
Showing each other off
Receiving sly smiles
A crushed white rose
A damp dog nose
A crisp eve
Plans for the future
Talks of the past
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