Our voices pierce the night,
Pointed in the direction of moonlight.
No response heard back,
Two wolves, one pack.
Libbet park, after dark.
No backspacing, heart racing.
Tennis courts, building forts.
Movie seats, you within reach.
Ice cream flavors, things savored.
Double dates, high stakes.
Lists of facts, longer laughs.
Roof top chess, tissue mess.
The thought of you, always breaks through.
My favorite chapter, howling at the moon, just us two.
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