There are moments…

There are moments
In my endless days

Filled with the mundane
Worries of surviving life

When my heart
races with fear
My brain
conjures up facts
And terribly
sad probabilities

And yet

In the midst
Of all that
Confusion

I think of
You
Of the
Mere
Existence
Of you

And your love
And my love
Merge into
Our love

And my day
Pivots

From mundane
To extraordinary

From dusty, dry fear

To shimmering starlight

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