Terrified I'd choke on my reheated pad thai.
Does anyone grasp the scope of it all?
Shouldn't the fact we're on a floating rock hurtling through the dark
Scare you down to your core?
I hope there's an encore, because I blinked
And you're gone again.
So here we are, all clothed in faded glory,
From the freckles of your nose and the apple green of your eyes
To the dirt on my hands and heart taken down off my sleeves.
You whispered a resolution,
Leaning in close so every word made it across the void.
The world did not end,
The world only continued to spin.
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