The Longest Walkway

You throw your head back. Your red hair flies

in four dimensions, stopping

time for him to see you

smile.

Your hands intertwine and

you both laugh that silent

but wholehearted laugh that sucks out all the

oxygen and aches the stomach.

I look up — the moon isn’t full;

branches hatch out its imperfections.

I feel my fist clench a little tighter

because it is cold.

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