It is in those quiet,
passing moments,
when life is its most
sudden and fleeting,
awash in the afterglow
of what has been and
what is yet to be,
when silent anticipation
collides with memory
that I lose myself to you,
thankful for all that we are not,
if only because
it is yet to be discovered.

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