2Fixed Point
Sunset while we walked city streets
Girls and their end of summer escapades
Gazed at windows cooed over clothes
Shared old stories that once had sting
Heartbreak histories over noodles and laughter
And in the September clarity we strolled back
When we are in the car after this, and I turn
The volume on the music up at the rate
My window is down and the cold perfect air
Is tracing the shape of my irrepressible smile
I am reliving every second I can of that day
This week when you raised your eyes to me
While your fingers rested on your cup of tea
And my cradled maybes became the shape
Of your voice breathing them into existence