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favourite memory

 Reminiscent poem

we were sitting on the beach

under a left-behind lean-to

on a blanket you owned.

a family was not too far away,

you joked that they were

staring at us disapprovingly

because we were never afraid

of public displays of affection.

you brushed away the

windswept hair that had flown

into my eyes.

i already knew then that

i loved you,

but i thought this was the day

you realised you love me too.

this is my favourite memory of us.




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