Just before
I drifted off and
surrendered to
tomorrow, I found
a truth about
you. That in your
eyes and in those
moments of
honesty between
us, I am excited by you.
But that does not
go further than
the sneaking thrill
in the lost corners of
our moments.
It can not go
further until I am
sure, and you are sure.
And as certainty may
never be our guide,
the pieces, as
beautiful and right
as they might become,
will remain scattered
between you and me.

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