The Places We Save for Each Other

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

The photo shared in this poem is called “Together©️” copyright 2025 and was taken by Felina Silver

When she says, “I’m coming!” or calls me near,
it’s like the universe gives a little cheer.
Two curious comets set to collide,
in laughter, snacks, and countryside.

We talk of everything, nothing at all,
from socks to stars, from summer to fall.
No scripts, no fences, just thoughts that dance,
in rambling chats and sideways glance.

We wander where whimsy points the way—
museums, markets, a random café.
Places we’ve saved in the corners of dreams,
and spots that sparkle with secret gleams.

Her quirks are puzzles I never must solve,
and mine are mysteries she lets evolve.
We trade life’s tips with flair and grace—
a recipe here, a bold lipstick case.

We’re mirrors, cheerleaders, old-school pen pals,
the yin to each other’s “what the heck” gals.
No matter the miles, we’re never apart—
she carries my laugh, I carry her heart.