Make Good On It
I walk down the street with you at night in my head
We’ve been roaming the neighborhood for hours
bug bitten, not tired
I’ve been looking you in the eye
which is reheating my middle
some funny way
You can see it on my face
lightly salted from hours in the sun
older yet younger with every passing step
Isn’t it funny how we just waltzed through there at the end?
We just said ah
I’ve had enough,
and found ourselves at home again
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this warms my heart 🙂