Meet me by the ferris wheel,
at least that's what I thought she said.
I could never get it right
for her sake, let alone mine.
We'd break shoe laces,
catch frogs,
point at fields,
cower at thunder,
argue for fun,
and sleep when a day was finished.
I taught what I assumed I knew.
It wasn't ever much.
Even today,
I've grown smaller in metaphors.
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