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I can’t remember

The colors that surrounded the day

When “us” first discovered its life

When it entered this realm

Without the background noise

of all the “to-dos”

over the pretty dresses and sparkly shoes

posing on a red carpet moment;

I just know it was quiet

And it was everything.

I won’t call us love;

That word hasn’t meant a thing

Since a million machine-washing cycles ago--

So faded and half the lettering has peeled off

Now it’s barely wearable, or worth enough

 to throw in a charity box

I won’t call this a blessing

Because I know a higher power

Must have so many more important things to do

Than push together two ordinary, imperfect souls

 such as me and you

In fact, I won’t call it, at all.

This is too eternal

And it travels without direction

through so many avenues

At times, it is so fragile,,

So human that it fears its own death

So sweet

as it recognizes comfortable moments

And rests with them

 no matter the time of day

If  I could whisper a hint

I would say,

 It is the only place

Where I’d go forever

It is what we need

In a time of humanity

 Testing the strength of the surface

Poking the layer that exists

To keep the lows from rising

And the highs from falling

So they don’t collide and become lava

This is a million places

And a billion feelings

That all blend into one truth

No, I won’t call this anything, at all.

I will let it be a gorgeous secret

For others to learn on their own

A glorious surprise that happily 
darts toward them

 and jumps on them

After a long day of trying to get home

I won't call this

or cut and paste a word

from the dictionary

We both know

This isn't something that needs a name

This only needs to be