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It feels like night again
when I can’t reach
for your hand
beside me in the dark
or feel your body against mine
as the cold artificial wind blows
while I try to enter
the world of dreams
where I hope to hear
your laughter
as we wade through the water,
sand beneath our feet
as we did
under the warmth of the sun
a few orbits ago.
Already it feels
like the weeks ahead
would drone on
like sticky sand
in an hourglass;
minutes passing like hours,
each containing
the intricate details
of every kiss, every touch,
every look we exchanged
for a heartbeat
in our little paradise
until I see you again.
Moments though brief,
forever woven
in the fabric
interlaced
in both our lives now.
And the night sky
gleams silver-blue
with hope;
look how the stars shine,
telling you
how much I need you
in my life.
Thank you for being in it.
Woven in the Fabric
June 1, 2022
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