There's a moment
I keep
going back to.

Where we're sitting
just you,
and I,
in front of the
Clarence Carter
record
turning.

And you reach to touch
my hand,
softer than
before the
day you told
me this was
nothing.

In every moment,
I'm not with you-
and where you tell me
I'm just a
good friend

I'll keep going back
to this place
where we're sitting
on the floor,
laughing,
holding
hands.