A cold Saturday night in Tempe.
He said something that I don't want to write down.
I pulled away from his arms.
We faced each other beside the concrete canal.
I was shivering.
"You're cold, he said, "go inside."

"I love you," I said, looking down at the ground,
but the gravel screamed under his departing wheels
as I spoke.

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