We two

We two
sit on the sidewalk,
pretzel dipping into sugar glaze,
cinnamon melting on tongue,
as you relay your
philosophy: spring’s green
before summer
makes leaves turn skyward
for water, turns green into
color absence, heat as bleak
as winter.
I touch the small,
empty space on the sidewalk
that keeps you
within arm’s reach,
the need tangible to
remember.

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