You came and found me in the night
Before recidivism
Before relapse
Before dawn
Before the alarm clock blare
Before the real world
Before work
I wrote you
A book
I carved your secret
Initials in the soft wood frame
Around the bathroom door
Around being a word I won at
Sleep-Over Camp
We played
UNO on the couch and watched
Harold & Maude
I hummed 'When Doves Cry'
Nightingales
Moonwalked past the window
Chasing shadow boxers
I dreamed of winning
You kept shuffling and hiding
All the good cards in the cushions
Telling stories of snapping beach
Towels
Laughing and picnics in the breeze
--Paul Koniecki
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