Tuesday Evenings
Maya Wilson
She sat down by the stone wall,
Feet dangling off into nothingness.
She felt his presence beside her and
Smiled.
He shot her a lopsided grin which forced her
To laugh. It wasn't bad.
A few moments of silence were followed by a
Stream of giggles she couldn't turn off.
This made him laugh and that made her
Happy.
It was dark out, but she could still see
His eyes
And the stars and the planes in the sky.
They found themselves looking up,
Otherwise stealing glances at each other
And it was nice. It was good.
Somehow, her head found its way to his shoulder
And what she'd give to stay like that for just a while longer.
It was peaceful. It was good.
The air was brisk and the wind nipped at her nose but
The warmth she felt there, sitting next to him, was worth it.
Sometimes, all she could hear was his breathing and
Her own heartbeat but
Somehow that was enough.
All was well.
Things would be okay.
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