Yet To Be Titled

One look says so much
It means too much
Feel too much
Trust too fast
How did it happen?
The only one who didn't say it
Didn't believe it
All along it was becoming true
The only one I'd share it with
They help me, maybe just a bit
The imagined warm arms around me
The forgiving eyes brimmed with tears
As the belief came true
Tightened arms
Promises
A dream, not yet complete.

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