like two yolks in one shell

like two yolks in one shell
we share each other’s space,
our thoughts
so not
even
the night
can hear.

I leave in the morning,
and kiss her goodbye.
our hands linger together
just long enough for her to say,
‘It’s sad this will all just be a memory.’

baby, everything is just a memory,
and that’s all we have
until we don’t have one at all.

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