There is something about transitions.
They remind me of you.
The in-between,
With no identity,
with no form to boast of.
Like when we met for the first time,
A moment born out of nothing,
And ever since.
Its ephemeral and fragile.
Its a bubble,
But only if you break it.
We have our own universes.
But this in-between,
Is where parts of us live,
The secret parts,
Together.
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