Half a life asleep
we have been
almost lovers
each in another
lover's arms.
I fear we may wake soon
from this dream
and forget the names
for who we could have been.
So I have hidden
a box for he and she
that never became you and me.
It is buried deep
at the end of the moonbow,
guarded by fireflies,
flashing in unison,
masking the glowing
rhythm of that unborn heart.
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