That Time
There was that time
we got the good table
by the window with the view
and the sunset was ours to share
or not.
There was that time
we were given free
champagne and you drank
both glasses because I
was driving.
There was that time
the moon turned somersaults
just for us
because it said
we made him happy.
There was that time
we waited until
sunrise, then
turned our backs
pretending we didn’t care.
There was that time
with the butterflies,
like huge, unwieldy
homemade kites
landing on our hands.
There was that time
we remembered there was that time
but we couldn’t remember
how the story ended
or even if it had happened to us.
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