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our passion;
it was fireworks on the fourth,
waves crashing on the shore.
for months and months
we woke up, side by side,
arms around one another
as if we were holding on
for dear life.
(or maybe we were just
holding on because
it felt good to have
something, someone,
to hold onto.)

our passion;
it fizzled out.
like my black dress faded to gray.
today we woke up, side by side,
with not a single word to say.
our arms would occasionally
wrap around one another,
wondering if the other really
even wanted to be there at all.
(we met in a place meant
for only tourists. we should
have known that it could
only be a temporary stay.)