As I count the seeds

He comes up behind me taking one

Out of my hands as he pulls me down

We sit under a willow watching the people

Watching us.

As I start to hum a melody that only we know so well

A smile appears on his face.

He stands then pulls me up.

As we race to his house I stop to look in the store window.

The smell of plastic illuminated my face.

He ran back to get me and pulled my arms.

A blank expression still glued to my face,

As the juice from a star shaped fruit,

Drips down my chin.

We start to run again singing songs from Electric Six.

By the time we get there it starts to rain.

He unlocks the door and sits on the couch.

I turn on the Three-Sixty and grab my guitar.

The End

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