remapping

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Trembling, trying to calm
tongue - unknowing,
what to say next..
Shivers run up the spine
awaiting an opportunity
to be more for the two;
not just my well being.
Both lost within the lines
painted on the roads
aimlessly, no destination,
but to fall into your arms.
No need for both to leave
when we've just begun.
I'll hold down a fort of love
as you depart on
international waters:
living your dream,
closing my eyes just to see you.
Picturing us where we never stood --
except on the curb, finding each other.