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s e v e n

friday night

I stood outside that

 cute little italian

  restaurant again (do you

remember it was my favourite place?)

with arms wrapped 

 around myself

(you always thought

the sweater paws

   were cute)

while the sports bar

 next door

emitted yells and laughter. (you used

  to hold my hand

because the old drunks

 scared me.) 

there was a boy

   standing outside 

too (he was the complete

opposite of you)

but

 he had a

cigarette in his mouth

 so I didn’t 

get too close. he 

   asked if I was

cold

“no.”

(I wasn’t)

so I told him

  smoking kills.

he just said

   “I know”

and told me it was

 worth it

for the 

 five minutes

til reality caught up

and I thought that 

 that

  was exactly the way 

I thought about

     you.