It’s like magic

some scratches

When I see you in the middle of the day
Three benches in from the Brooklyn Bridge
In that little park we used to share, but is now only just yours

We split a chocolate chip cookie
And smile at our levity

It feels like we are getting away with something that we shouldn’t be doing

But we’re really just living

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