i found solace in the swing sets
and the sky
the large, magnificent night sky.
and i think he did too.
"look, darling." she whispered, pointing up at the cardboard stars
"it's us."
"it's us."
we were twelve.
we were fifteen.
we were nineteen.
we were young.
we were afraid.
we were bold.
long drives with the windows down
hair knotting and twisting and curling in the icy wind
calm conversations
and not so calm ones
they'd curl up on the couch,
devouring thin mints and talking softly
laughing loudly,
every moment like the summer
until they woke up
having tossed beneath the white bedsheets
tangled up together
yet separately
stiff
"is space cold?" they ask
yes.
yes.
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