We lived for those moments on our concrete stoop,
Where our days became ashes in a filter and
Our nights fell in the middle of the street where we stood,
Palms out to allow our usually clenched fists to slacken.
How does my entire world manage to wrap itself around him?
I wasn’t looking when I found this infatuation, and
I didn’t expect to find his eyes right in front of mine
When I lifted my gaze…
We know the time when we escape in the evening,
Trip down familiar hills, then climb to the top again,
Rest on the curb in front of Radio Social at midnight,
Spend the night awake with my dearest.
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