7, 19, 83, 45, 14

I always imagined us

in our first apartment together

surrounded by boxes full of our things

waiting to be unpacked

in our home


a candle lit dinner 

of chinese takeout

on the floor

the table unbuilt

and two glasses of cherry wine

the taste lingering on our tongues

as we read our fortune cookies to one another



what do you think our lucky numbers would have been?

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