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we gaze, from this empty view point--divide

on different planes with similar crossroads

the relenting sunset, on both sides, sighed

this photo, wrought with missed memories, bodes

dark days must pass for space to come undone

tiny rain tatters as Time passes cold

no efforts bequeath the prodigal sun

for our duties, scratched within sand, still bold

in the end, I promise, we will be whole

amiss, I miss the shape that fits in mine

open until it selects one, the sol

slams the door shut;

together we will shine

While waking from poor rest in cold breath, I’ve found that the will to seek

safeness in tension is always in question, and i ask myself…

Can those bridges desired to be crossed, really be crossed at all?

But now as i write this sentence, I ask myself…

Is there any other way?

Can we see each other in sunlight?

The shine across

your brow sets everything in time.

I don’t really know about you and me,

but our figures (casting shadows) seem to align.