A Smile

Sometimes when we kissed,

With my arms wrapped around your neck

my legs around your waist

I would think of you

of me

of us

how we began

and how we ended up here,

and you would feel my smile against your lips

“what are you smiling at?”
“nothing”

and you would pull me in again

and that,

that was the answer to your question

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