under the magnolia

if i had a flower

it is only a moment, just one

fingertips on each other's faces, cold, pink, and smiling

feet stumbling over nothing at all, clutching at each other's arms

hands coming up to cover our mouths, grasping at our giggles

eyes sparkling at ourselves, over our masks, and over the moon

lips curling into smiles, reveling in joy and in life

a sigh lifts from us, and in that moment i believe

there is no love more pure than the one of friends

if i had a flower for everytime you made me laugh

i could have a garden

and we'd sit there and laugh some more