Tuesday, February 11, 2014


We sit across from each other all night in a string of bars, pubs and restaurants. Weaving our way through that city. There are other people always with us. They float in and out but we are constant. And from the moment I met you I know you are mine. I have tunnel vision, and in my memory I only see your smile. Your eyes. When we are finally alone we don't know what to do, except to move and sit closer. I think you touched my hair. Brushing it off my face. When the night nearly closes we walk up the sidewalk ahead of the others. At the top of the street we pull each other around the corner to kiss. Away from everything. Just off the main road. 

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