Between us
the silence
of so many secrets
each secret a whisper apart.

Between us
the reality
of unshared dreams
each dream a night apart.

Between us
the moments
spent erasing our past
each moment a loss apart.

Between us
the gladiator masks
of alibis
each mask a combat apart.

What
if someday
we turn back
reclaim our past

Never to find
eachother
ourselves.

Copyright, Tina Rathore.

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