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Renee Hoagland

Tiny Worlds

Sometimes when nothing matters anymore
And the world condenses into one moment
I go to stand under a halo of peace
Where the tragedy of man is unseen
And above me, out between two stars
Is where the silver of my breath comes from
Not the condensed water molecules
But the stolen dream of a lost love
That someone left behind
And that's where I can breathe in a soul
And maybe somewhere someone's breathing in mine
Because between two stars is my lost love
But not forgotten
And when I go away from my halo
My breath isn't silver
Not a stolen dream
Now it's just another breath
That I've stolen from a point between two worlds
And those worlds
Condensed into one moment
Are you
And me.