The breadth of one tear-coated lash
is all that separates us
but sometimes we become so far apart
it seems the torch has burned to ash
like love is on hiatus
can you deny my presence in your heart?
A span of twenty-something years
is simply one more moment
for those that find the essence of their soul
we're forced to deal with our own fears
or suffer needless torment
but in the end it's two that make a whole.
Are You Reading Me?
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