Walking To Tim Hortons

by Lushed   Jun 22, 2005


Smoke billows smoothly,
From Kirsten's mouth.
Laughing out loud,
At broken rules.

Walking to Tim Horton's.
The longest day of the year.
Smoldering heat.
Pass by broken and shattered
Bottles of beer.

Treading up the hill.
Together.
Laughing.
Drunk of it all.

Walking to Tim Horton's.
Together one last time.
Welcome summer,
with its heartily glow.
Treasure these memories.
Watch them grow.

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