except for the occasional zoom
legs feel like weights
walking back to my apartment
sopping and dripping
water in my eyelashes
on my nose
He and I are alone
seemingly
no one else around
motos gone
at least for now
few stragglers about
hiding under the trees
and under roofs
waiting for the peet, pat, tap, teep
to stop
my heart
on the other hand
beats with joy
and peace
carefree
me and Him
alone
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