COLLECTION

That smile— when it’s almost midnight
and our best friends are belting in the backseat
our bodies full of greasy pizza and hysterics
when it’s a Saturday night and we’re as young
as the first day of a new season and we’re
the closest to comfort we’ve been in days,

I see it plastered on your face— that smile,
as if it never left. So I shut my eyes to save it,
just like that. My heart could fill a gallery,
a whole museum, of all the ones I’ve kept.

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