just a flash of blue,
"you know you'll miss me."
"more than you know."
and you turned around.
and the moment was gone.
our little secret.
She likes this one better:
stepping over oceans
like shallow puddles in the park
let's just sit and meet in the middle.
swing our legs back and forth
(one and two)
reminisce about the good times,
the old times,
the lost times.
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