Franklin Street Sidewalk
Franklin Street Sidewalk

A Poem About Running Into An Old Love

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You pull out a well-smoked box.

And I thought you quit

But unconditional, I also know

You are loved.

In the near five minutes

We sit —

March midnight wind

Memory of our shared

Used to be.

I have taken off my shoes

Spun around the kitchen

In my socks with you,

Created nourishment

Spicy and stylish,

Spoke our language,

Injured and comic —

Aged six years.

Left my tough costuming

At the door,

So we can compare

Wrinkles and where

We are going.

We have climbed the same

Tree.

You and I —

A thousand years ago

And still we seem to fit

For a moment I am home.

© Samantha Lazar 2019

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['Samantha Lazar']
['Relationships', 'Love', 'Memories', 'Breakups', 'Poetry']