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We could taste forever dripping on our tongues
but never swallowed.

Once, you rejected me.

And more than once I rejected you
and dreamt someone else’s futures
as you held my hand and promised
my own visions would slip past my eyelids
in time with my spinal fluid
if only I could dislodge that damn parasite nestled at the base of my neck.

And you continued to feed me hope
even while I was spitting it into napkins
and sobbing into cell phones
knowing you were the only one who could slow the tears
no matter how many miles fell between us.

Now I lay next to you
and begin to weave my own frail dreams
and all I can ponder,
late at night
while your breathing sets the rhythm of my heart,
is why I didn’t let you play this part sooner.