Our ice is melting
in the mid-afternoon sun,
as we stood, holding hands
waiting for someone -
anyone to stop.
But they didn't,
just passed by in the July heat -
never minding your curly locks
blowing in the summer breeze.
I didn't mind -
for you were there
beside me, smiling away the day's hot breath -
as we waited, holding hands.
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