A slice with two toppings

When we met in college, how
Hard we fell, always in
Each other’s arms, always
Together, and through the years,
Kids, cars, two mortgages,
We drifted together and apart
So many times, the kids got
Older, moved away – like kids do – and
After all we’ve shared, and all
We’ve been through, I can still
Muster the passion to do you
Behind the pizza parlor, in front
Of that whole Little League team.

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