Promises

Unspoken thoughts,
even between us,
perhaps
because
unneeded.

Unbroken promises,
cannot deceive us,
un made,
un said,
un-heeded.

All lost,
we lovers
cry sad and deep,
at moments
quite alone,

for dreams we've dreamt,
while soft asleep,
of love,
unjoined,
unknown.

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