No one likes a retrograde.

It was a night like this,
our first,
my first,
when my heart fluttered.
I felt loose and fell against the door frame.

A night like this,
with it’s crisp stillness and crunching underfoot.
With it’s haloed moon and sea of frothy clouds.
It was so cold, all I could feel was you.

In this yellow light, everything was eschewed.
Maybe that’s a reason.
But you put your head on my shoulder and your hand in mine.

I cannot help but think.


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