It’s an endless summer night.
The heat and humidity stick to my skin.
We’re walking—our usual circuit. Two miles, give or take.
It’s late, but neither of us cares.
I can smell your cologne. It’s intoxicating.
We talk. About all kinds of things.
You’ll be leaving soon, but I push it from my mind.
I want to capture these moments. Burn them in my memory.
What is this between us?
I’m young, but I know.
I never believe you feel the same.
I want this walk to last forever.
I want us to last forever.
But all too soon, it’s over.
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