part of why each of us is scared
from time to time, baby,
is because as deep as our love runs,
we do not know where it will take us;
and I pray that we can exist
just like this;
and if I believed in magic, like you do,
that you could, sometimes,
leave there, and come here,
and we could at last
be together;
alas, I do not think that such
can ever be so;
but I love you so,
that I wish that wishing
could make it so.

July 24, 2009, for the Wifey.

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