he says that every time he sees me his heart grows fonder. i make a face that i don’t know what looks like. i think it was a non convincing half smile, but i’m not sure. dismissive. full moon beers. shared earbuds like teenagers in the back of a bus. camera strap around him and his arms around me. canals mirroring the night sky between pollen and lily pads, like a broken compact. i’m dancing for him, and he’s watching me carefully, facing me, leant on the railing. golden burnt orange tones shaking in the ripples. tomorrow’s midsummer. i watch the tram lights passing on the other side of the canal in the water. like a painting of van gogh. footsteps. oh the sound of his footsteps. string lights in the trees and the red light of a cab reversing. i vaguely remember a van gogh quote explaining how the nights are richer in colour than most days. i will have to agree.
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