Posted in Prose, Relationships

Wondering

I was wondering as much
as she would wonder,
what I was wondering about

If she really wondered,

what I was wondering about

it might just make her wonder

as well,

 

If we wondered what the other

wondered about, then

she and I might stop

our wondering,

and just hold each other

in awe of one another,

 

which would be wonder enough

for the both of us…..

 

 

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