Forever craning my neck to look for signs of your passing.. feel that cold trace of your being.. anything to catch a glimpse of some evidence that you still breath, think, speak and care. How did the connection break and why are we free-falling but in opposite directions. Spiralling almost out of control until one of us grabs hold of something stable. Can we grab the same thing? find some form of reconciliation? a reason to shorten the gaping distance? Am I speaking in riddles? no. Just easier than putting down in exact words because it feels more beautiful and more poetic.
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