We hold hands in the dark
like two children scared of the rain
steps of soft gold lead us
to light and city parks
You shed tears that I wipe away
with soft words
soft
like baby blankets
We smile and shine so brightly
flashing like diamonds in the sun
like all things
like everything
I use to not believe in a predicted future
I use to not know myself
but change is forever changing
who we are sculpted to be
and now my pen's ink smells of ocean breezes
I walk out the front door
hand in hand with you
kicking tin cans and broken shells into the Atlantic ocean
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