14.
You held a promise;
What we could do together
an offer of becoming something more
than the sum of my singular parts,
so I welcomed you in
and you swallowed me whole.
A breathless voice that speaks
to drive forwards pushes harder,
strip the laughter from my lungs
a frivolity when there is still
so much work to be done.
Who am I even speaking to?
as if there exists a line,
as if there ever had been
a time before that feels
little more than a dream lost
at the breaking dawn.
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