Unsaid

And in a moment of clarity I realize

That we are, after all, a part of the same piece.

We fit.

Words that form in my head, you speak;

My unwritten songs, you complete

Your dreams; your plots; excuses; fears;

Your thoughts; they fill up my journal.

I hum the tune you think up.

You script the scenes I imagine.

Our nightmares collide; and we weep

Together.

Together, we also deny what we are to each other.

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