A bowl of spicy seafood ramen
On a cold winter night
Reminds me of
A warm hand in a coat pocket
Tight hugs in a parking lot
And a smile
That smile
Reaches out in a crowd
With a firm grip on hours and minutes
In synch for but a few days
Fingers twined around moments
That chase after each other
A marathon of seconds
Scurrying not traipsing
That smile
Speaks of love in quiet ways
In stanzas and verses and rhymes
In heavy bags up a flight of stairs
In long drives on dark highways
In kind and patient tones
In back rubs and gentle reminders
That smile
Yes, always that smile
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