Low eyes met
and the moment froze;
a flash

a candid viewing—
the whole air
held breath and here

you shall always exist.
You, held in new adulthood,
ripped black jeans endlessly under

a floral peach tank top,
a small smile forever
etched on the skin of your face,

the air continually smelling
of the lavender bush that exploded
as we brushed; you see my

small smile from the skin
of my face, and you in your
black jeans, me wearing shorts

and a blue blouse forever,
we exchange smiles and snapshots
freezing each other in a moment.

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