Your love for me,
a fragile bubble.
Poorly balanced on
the straw of life
with curiosity and courage
at its tip,
gone tomorrow.
Yesterday gone.
We fight
for our
freedom to explore;
no blankets or cushions,
a want to see more.
The future unknown,
The present unseen,
what we know and
what's always been
will no longer be.
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