22. Rendezvous

We used to take walks in the park
Not one but a few
Sometimes we would cross our hands
While other times we would hold hands.
The quiet places were always occupied by us two
Not for privacy but for company.
Her hair would flow so smoothly onto her body
Right from the top to before her shoulders
So simple in unison.
She would tie them when the occasion called
And lash them away from me when I offended her
She  always eventually smiled back at me.




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