We lay somewhere between

We lay somewhere between
asleep and awake
stories filling the space -
your childhood recalled
in memories sharp as snapshots
in 2 A.M. fits of laughter
that make me know you more
that make me love you
we are getting to know each other
on this journey called life
all the how’s and why’s
that make us who we are
that make us known
discovering you is like
opening those Russian nesting dolls -
you have stories within stories
characters within characters
inside of you
each new side a revelation
a marvel
a puzzle piece
that fits me perfectly.

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