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ordinary moments

You and I sat together that one afternoon

when the sun was drying your face

because you'd been crying

over a bloodied knee and a loose shoelace.

It's funny that we sort of had to lose each other, I said.

In what way? you asked me,

so I grabbed your hand and squeezed.

Well, how else would we have found out

that we're both looking for who we are?

and then you told me

that this was a day that nothing mattered

but you and I

and that darkening sky.

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