You
you are breakfast on the front steps
two and a half bagels and a shared cup of coffee

You
you are July naps in the car
parked near a shade tree
seats leaned back
as far at they will go

You
you are the humming of streetlamps
those first murmurs at twilight
as their embers catch

You
you are the memories I want to have.

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