the weekend in Coney Island
one summer.
we were in love
back then.
just kids.
holding hands, licking
the same
cone of ice-cream.
shooting
the water gun to win
a stuffed panda bear.
riding the roller coaster,
screaming
and laughing in the fun house,
kissing
as the car slowly
rolled through
the tunnel of love.
we'll always have Coney Island,
i think as i
stare at the photo booth
snapshot,
no matter
the years gone past
or where we are.
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