today was sugared glass.
How many times, while holding your hand, did i look down at the ground
and smile effortlessly?
It was like something out of a movie - together in the headlights of city traffic around us, laughing and scrambling to catch the light.
Stopping by a gas station on a suburban road in the sunlight, your pretty-percocet eyes piercing the horizon.
That's why I had to sit down on the curb.
The rumbling metro, where you said you wanted to face the world going the other way.
When you stopped us mid-walk past the portrait gallery just to kiss me.
Telling me, do it! Hand over the balloon to the little Chinese girl in the mall!
we, smitten by the youthful little things running around.
We talk about everything and nothing -
the way the light falls on the evergreens outside the museums,
asymptotes and limits,
our hopes and dreams,
how spring break is too long.
Our dorm is a terrible place to nurture something beautiful,
and I've been a terrible person to go through it with,
but few things have seen hope like this.
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