Before,
We were but strangers in the dark,
Long days cast a heavy weight on us,
Shadows on the ground our constant friend.
The floor was too familiar,
Head always hanging,
No strength to come up for air.
Suffocating in a crowd, when all we needed was one reassuring
voice.
Now,
We say words sweeter than honey,
Music so sweet we could dance on one foot.
You are the constant hand I look for when in need,
Of everything big and small.
My fingers cannot solely count all you have become,
Done,
For me, with me, and beside me.
After,
We will know not life without the other half.
Every time the song comes up,
You will pick me up and we shall dance.
For this,
Is the true future.
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