Under a Rising Moon

We walked along dim-lit streets
in the evenings after dinner
hoping against hope.

We lingered in alleys
stopped just short of roads
found ourselves on top of parking ramps
staring down at places
we found familiar.
We were giddy
holding hands
laughing
pretending to be shy.

Somehow under a rising moon
we’d found the path
to a home
neither of us had known
but where together
we both belonged.

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