Ribbons

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We began a tradition.

The project is over, but we always meet at this old little park by my house.

There's just a sea of green because of the grass.

No matter what time it is, we always do the same thing.

We sit.

We don't speak.

And we just listen to the music.

We share new songs and relive old ones.

We made a pact.

You and me.

That everday we bring each other one new song.

And we listen.

We don't judge it, we don't contemplate it, we don't say our opinion on it.

Until the song is over.

Then we say our views and our dislikes about it.

We disagree and agree.

My favorite part, isn't the music.

It's the way your eyes light up like a thousand stars talking about it.

How music somehow molded into your soul and it is who you are.

And one day I wish,

That you look at me with that same look.

That you speak the same way.

That your eyes sparkle like galaxies.

Because when I look you,

You're the universe.