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My Hideaway
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Missing Him I sat on that same park bench
Tucked away in an alcove off-campus
Concealed among lush tree canopies
A hideaway from the confines
Of those windowless classrooms.
My eyes welled-up as I remember
How I looked forward to our hour talks
That despite the distance between us
I felt more connected than ever as I
Laughed and grinned incessantly.
I wish to capture that memory again
And keep it in a covered jar to carry it
With me always in case I’m never
Exposed to such happiness again
Which seems to be quite probable.
