We belong
to whispers at night
drunken interludes
and innocent occasions
in stolen shadows
witnessed
by strangers
in passing
and only half
borne true to life
images hidden
pressed between pages
of pictures
of a life
once wanted
now unfulfilled
vodka stained lips
and Red Bull laced veins
hold memories
barely contained
by the silence in a seam
time
spent in a dream
…Just you.
…Just me.
and our pages
have no names
our story ending
forever left
untold
just as a song
unsung
has no lyrical home
and a love
never expressed
touches but only one heart.
As for you and I,
changed forevermore
surface of skin
to depth of soul.
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