we see each other through the shadows
that space scatters between us
and our visions have pierced the smoke
that time billows into our days
each time you journey through the dark
I reach for your flesh to hold
every time I whisper your sweet name
you long for my breath on your ear
the want bleeds into the routine
stealing our thoughts from the now
a gravity that wages war on our lives
each other becoming our drug of choice
as we revel in the could be conversations
and seek out the eventual rendezvous
our souls are content in this communion
of distant voices familiar as self
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