Today I walked down your old street, keeping time with the rising sun. I remembered a similar morning two summers ago, when I tiptoed out your front door and bought a pineapple while you slept. "Pineapple!" you exclaimed when you awoke and saw it sitting there, crosshatched and expectant. But our paranoid stomachs prevented us from ever tasting it.
I saw you dance on that street like no one was watching. I saw you cry on that street like no one was watching, too.
I hope you're only dancing, these days.
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