I am confused.
I held you for a short while
it felt so good
you held me, too
that felt wonderful.
What I had hoped
became reality when you walked
into the festival grounds
from a prison on the other side of town.
Your hope had also been fulfilled
so you told me
What are we doing?
Is it love from both sides of town?
I remember watching the little things you do,
and I recall the way you are.
I remember these with such affection.
Intimacy, closeness and fragility.
Holding these memories dear.