The Stories We Share
The book was the same every time and she never once sounded bored.
The book was the same every time and she never once sounded bored.
Same tradition, new memories, same two people.
The photos deserved better than a folder called 2021 final.
Two routes, one hallway, and nobody checked the schedule.
Six hundred miles, and she still knows.
The address changes. The line does not.
Everything in this house started as something she planted.
You were never going to ask for anything else.
For the person you would pick again, and the track that knew it first.
For the song that still means the same thing it did that year.
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