Him

The ac and the lights would go out every so often. It was light enough outside that we could see. It got darker when we went under bridges. I wanted him here to hold me.

 

The ac and the flickery lights would turn back on one at a time. It got colder. I wanted him even more.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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