Day 3: Why did we meet, where we met?

I met a boy who asked me to
tell him who he was, and why
he was standing beneath the
afternoon sun, holding hands
with the girl a lot like me
in a place we did when,
he could be different to who he
was in any other place at all. 

I told him he was the shining star
of a moonless night, the warm sunshine
of a winter morning, the cool water
of a little crook when the sun shined 
high, that he was there, then
with me, because there wasn't a
place any better where he'd fit
with someone else


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