I went to Subway today
And my daydreams escape me
As I looked for you to come through the back
I’d be stepping into your past
And you into my present
You would laugh, try to contain yourself
And I would try to keep the same demeanor
As we would joke at one another
I’d say how ironic that you were making me a sandwich
As you would tease me about what I was ordering
Making faces at one another
A proper example of what our connection entailed
Mockery would be our love language
And through the times of silence
Of distance
A reminder would stick
That we had that moment
Whether a dream or not
Even after all the turmoil
We’d know
We’d at least looked at each other’s eyes
And shared a soulful smile
Because even our lips didn’t move
Our eyes sure did
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