Walking down the street
Smiling quietly with me but by yourself
Hands in your pocket
Something on your mind
Fire escapes and fences
The holiday lights dancing some kinda magic off of your brown hair
Remember that Spring a few years back
You kissed me and I tasted your salty lips
No traditions, no gift exchanges,
Just a mistletoe hanging from the clear blue sky
Dresses and ties and blazers and heels
You’re my somebody to share the holidays with
You’re my someone to kiss
You’re my someone at midnight holding hands under a streetlight
And you’re my someone in those quiet secret moments
What a sweet souvenir
If I let my mind talk,
You are that sweeping statement, the summing up of everything I chant subconsciously.