Verbal Interlude

I.
You.
Serenade and dance to memories unheard
As we wave at the carousel passengers
That go round and round on their poles.

We.
They.
So like, so not, so ready to dream
About the what if’s that never would
Allow us to be more than we could.

Me.
She.
A candle aflame floats in the dark
Of the midnight cloak that bares the heart
As each passes unto themself to slumber, finally, alone.

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