We will go to the beach
and I will feed you whisky,
while wrapped in a blanket and singing to the stars.
You will see me dance,
the one i've kept quiet so long,
at a proper recital with hundreds of eyes watching
but yours will be the only ones I seek,
and then we will have a nice dinner,
and then we will go to our bed.
I will tell you stories
by the firelight, if you'd like.
I've so many to tell,
when i know you're ready to hear
we will ride bikes by rivers when the world turns green
and make new friends
and teach each other interesting things, and remember to daily say silly things.
i was planning to be your best friend
before any of the rest occurred;
so greedy. we too eagerly demanded everything of each other
before we even knew
favorite colors
the silence now rattles with rain
longing to be filled
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