we ate pb&j's
sitting on the edge
of the grand canyon
in my dream last night
we squinted at each other
in the sun
i wiped a crumb from your mouth
and got a smile
our feet dangled there
they didn't touch the bottom
good thing i write
fictions at night
cause the reality of day
is far less simple
and far less interesting
i held your hand
that night it rained so hard
it felt like a mother's hug
or being woken up by the sun
or the smell of fresh laundry
it felt right.
the only reason i'd want the rain to stop
is to count the stars
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