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"What is on after Adult Swim?" you asked embracing the corners of your lips
As you smiled in that
                                                    you-know-what-I'm-getting-at
                                                                                                                                       kind of way.
Wednesday nights when we've come back from the movies,
Debating the hokey nature of Superheroes and their                         
                                                                                                                                    on-the-nose
Way of coping with the jaded glimmering hope of things: they stood for
 
On the way back from the cinema, Music we only half knew brought us both
Back to a time we were never around for and had us missing the names and faces
                                                                                                            Of lovers we never took.
 
The crux of where your brown hair was parted - around a scar you forgot you had -
                                        Stood out under the warm not-so-spring sunset.
 
I kissed it. Not wanting to put away the food we had made for tonight.