Unattainable dreams, still-born in planning. Once possible but no longer.
We became I, our my, and those shared dreams will forevermore be unrealised.
What’s done is done, and will always be. Happiness and love, the touch of skin, quiet sounds of breath, a warm smile, a knowing look, sitting together, just being, holding hands, complete understanding
and acknowledgement
and acceptance.
Our unrealised dreams have crumbled and fallen to dust and now only memories remain.
But that’s ok, because you’re still alive there.
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