we ran down to the mailbox tonight
you and me
in the night air
like the little kids
we used to know
laughing and kicking
up drops of water
off the pavement
the air smelled sweet
like august rain
and the stars
were hidden behind grey clouds
just like the night we flew home
from the coast last summer
and I couldn't help but smile
because if anyone
in this world
shares my same laugh
it's you
wild flowers, rainy days & ramblings to the world
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