Here and Away and Here Again

To believe someone else
I became a part
much more than my futures.
I felt like a double exposed photograph
being a singular person a little too much.
Four in the morning we were playing.
night owls.
We always had cereal.
Our names a conjunction.
What I meant
I’ll always know.

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