I hang onto the thought of forever.
It gets me through the day.
I dream of the day it will be official and the life after.
I hope and believe it will be no different.
Except waking up in our universe, our collateral space.
I seek the moments after the celebration.
the moments of explicit collaboration.
Where sole focus and purpose are directed at our swirling chaos.
I breathe and seek the moments where you make me lose track of time.
Where our melody slows with the quickened pace around us.
I long to lose myself here and live in the in-between with you.

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