as i enter the ice cream storei look into your expectant eyes
an exchange of hi's
waiting in line i ask about exams
the paper you're working on
is the last of your requirements
you inquire about mine
so i recite a list
a question pops up
what's our thesis about
i answer something far out
and you repeat what you said
adding that i didn't get some sleep
it takes me a while to think up
a coherent reply
you remark it's easy
i utter a protest
i finally get to choose
the flavor of my ice cream
strawberry seems to suit the moment
we continue our conversation
about my write-up
graduation, delays, and all that
while my ice cream melts
you hold the glass door open
outside, you flash a sweet smile
as we say goodbye
with the wave of our hands
we walk back into our separate lives
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