Between two hearts
I breathe out.
She chuckles sadly, “yea…” she looks around, mops, dust pans around us, the Janitors closet was our space even the janitor knew, “but hey we'll…we'll be fine”.
I look at the dove again, “do you know what dove is in Spanish?” she shakes her head, “Palomita”
“Palomita” she repeats smiling, “wow”
I chuckle and cup her face, “you're my Palomita Lorrie, you're mine”
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