|Monty Python movie marathon|
My palms were sweating.
Monarchs were flying around inside of me.
Stars were never so perfect.
Slurpee’s never tasted so sweet.
We sat there on the overstuffed couch.
Basking in the memories of what was once, maybe, there.
The movies had ended.
(Monty Python movie marathon!!)
Our faces hurt from laughing so hard,
we had gross stomach aches from too many chips, no sustenance,
and “too much TV” headaches.
(I was dancing though)
He leaned into, over to, me
He whispered in my ear
“You wanna go for a walk?”
All I could do is nod,
as some form of construction welled up in my throat.
Off we went
Leaving them all behind
Not caring at all
Even the streetlights were beautiful
One last kiss
One last stare into those tremendous eyes
Then I walked away
With new found memories,
a whole (but broken) heart
And all I could hear now
Were flip flops plucking asphalt notes on the street
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