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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