we met by chance at prospect park. i was wandering around
looking for… i am not sure what. you just wanted to lie
on your back and photograph the sparse clouds in the sky.
i do not think you told me your name, or maybe i just forgot
to ask you, listening to the sound of your absent voice.
when we were passing an elderly gay couple walking underneath
the restored endale arch, still wearing masks but with a gleam
of joy in their eyes, i finally dared to take your hand.
one of them noticed my clumsy move and i think he smiled at me.
perhaps i reminded him of all the awkwardness of his first date.
i just hope that one day, my final ending line will be half as good
as his warm smile.
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