We sit here,
the two of us,
planning
thinking
dreaming
hoping.
We love,
we cherish,
we find comfort
in the other.
Years pass-
we run,
far away
far away from the truth
ourselves
we work ourselves to death
to an unreachable dream.
But once in a while,
when we look up at the stars,
or takes a minute to play with our children,
we wonder.
We wonder what happened
to the two of us
planning
thinking
dreaming
hoping.
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