We sat there side by side
In the place we once frequented
Our legs dangling
Over inky black water
That shimmered and reflected
The light from the lampposts
The moon was a weird orange
Sailing across a gray-blue sky
The branches above our heads
Lacked leaves, not flowers
Like our conversation
Lacked words, not companionship
A lonely crane looked on
At a swimming fish we couldn’t spy
A splash here, a missed meal there
And it was time to go
Our separate ways
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