i remember the bright lights
that shone when your arms were connected
sliding back and forth
singing at the top of your lungsa blur of darkness and hidden by night
through glass stained windows
a happy moment
that merely exists in the middle of nowhere

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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings