Things That Last

Amazing how a single year
could mean so much.

The silliest of sentences,
the smallest of small talk,
was the key in the ignition.

No longer alone were we,
not after that spark.

If I hadn’t been asleep the past three years,
I would rectify everything right now.

Give me my moment to pull myself together,
and we can hit the town,
a reunion six years in the making.

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