We talked about the books she loved.
And TV shows we both had watched,
And as we walked the riverside
We laughed about the jokes I'd botched
She learned about my brother's life,
I learned about her sister's --
We walked so long, I worried that
We'd both end up with blisters.
And there she was, so beautiful,
Us just chatting with the setting sun,
Her laughter down the river bank,
Another autumn day was done --
I walked her to her place, and then
She asked me in the door:
And with the laughter of the day,
She showed me what the night
Was for
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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