in the tent
near the mountain
your head against me
my arms around you
high, happy
this was it
breakfast and coffee
stop along the hike
turn, hold and kiss
this was it
driving somewhere
your hand in mine
this was enough
at the party
talking with others
our eyes meet, across the room
we both know
this was it
that night
the spell, broken
pain, sudden, severe, certain
no turning back
this is it
Dude, no one cares.
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FYI… You forgot the “Sh” in front of it.