We meet on the river bridge
where we only ever walked together
once, and I mention to you that
lately I've been thinking about
the night we shared with
the cigarettes an the food
trailers out behind the bar
when I had been gone
for a while but was back
in town to teach and you
had just gone on your
first date since we split up.
And when we talk about it
It's funny that you treat it
like history while I treat it
like the reason I am standing
next to you on that bridge at all.
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