The slippery silk intertwines around her legs, she slides out of focus,
just south of the limelight.
Finding a pinch of hope caught between dust and dreams,
There is a moment of deep nostalgia.
Why does it feel like it's happening right now to me?
This isn't the first time I just realized
you wanted to see me again.
I like the safety of dreaming,
Not so much being the center of your attention.
Forget it. Forget this. Forget that we could be...anything.
For now.
I'm running down a hall of tests and temptations, may as well be standing still.
I feel like none of it matters.
But as usual, you make me smile, at least inside.
There is a quiet agreement.
We both know.
We both want.
We both see beyond these boundaries.
I still have nothing to share with the people here, and I guess that's okay.
It may not be my time to.
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