One day we'll walk
these streets again
like we once did
when you told me
of the girl you had loved
You wove your story
and soon enough
I wove mine too
until one day our weaving
became interspersed, intertwined
For now you need to unravel
to spread your threads
and gather new colors
wrapping in and out
of iridescent beads
But I know
one day we'll walk again
excited, inspired, yet content
speaking in feverish circles and swirls
as our feet squash crunching leaves.
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