Memories; Outside the Bus at Mill on Broadway

Phoenix AZ

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Almost a year ago. We decided my place, in that winter of having nowhere for us to otherwise be. Warm and slightly aged pop rock played and we laid as if always we had but not. Head to foot and talking low of unremembered pasts. You rubbed my shoulders of the hard day you didn't know I had. I stroked your cleansed hair and held you in my contented arms. The night was lazy and electric with play instead of sleep. In the early dark morning we rushed and kissed goodbye as if to say hello soon. The two of us -as every unlucky and dim daft children like us- never do. Miss T. You and I could and should. Let us do