Of Words and Us

We could be words
Swimming in the sea of our story
A novel written in Egyptian script
On rusty sand paper
With volumes of ink
To be splattered over our dried up feelings.
You would be a thrilling adjective
To the noun of my existence,
And I,
The prefix
The suffix
The apostrophes
And all that grammar
Trailing behind every word that is you,
Just the perfect ending of your phrase.

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