Indigo
I prayed that your song
would inspire a word
or two
shadow of the moon, humming glow
half yours, half mine
tithing each smile
to the sand in your teeth
trying to meet
each person
wherever they are
on their own path
while never forgetting
ours
recklessly we
crisscross and trample
the narrow lines between us
but sometimes we dance
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