my eyes lift the pages
on our story, fumbles to
write on the next and fill
it only with the sanctified
abyss of our distance,
hungered by the mist of
our secret conversations
that lie in our dreams
long after we have spoken,
long after the trembling
caress of your voice has
resonated in my soul,
now you have made unafraid
and undaunted of any loss.
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