It wasn’t a big night.

No trophies.
No fireworks.

Just a chair pulled close,
     a drink passed easy,
     a kiss that didn’t ask for applause.

Coal got his mom back.
Mom got her Coal back.

We walked.
We talked.
We didn’t make a big thing out of it.

Didn’t have to.

She was here—
For a minute,
      or two,
      or whatever the clock will lie about later.

That was enough to call it a win.

Tonight’s still waiting.
Tonight’s still unwritten.

But yesterday?
Yesterday we wrote the softest one so far:

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