We walk slowly towards the entrance
as the crowd grows around us.
We hear conversations.
You reach and take my hand.
Love floods through me in a current;
no place can I imagine I would rather be
We dance, run, skip, still hand in hand.
Through the sprinklers,
laughing ourselves dry in moments
once we reach the other side.
We sit for a time on a faux wooden bench,
content and quiet in each other’s silence.
The world rushes by us around us,
but we decide who we are and who we will be
without a single word being spoken.
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