It's easy to miss someone
Far too simple to pine and hide the raw face of self
under shelter of shadows
in the wintery dank of endlessness
In that if I see you seeing me being me I'd feel vulnerable
It's harder to thrust out your taut hand because hands can get slapped and hearts crack and you can't replace what you can't get back
and the practice of solitude becomes such a knack
that you could sit in the sun and not know it's warmth
You could be near to the one you're missing
in the same room
swapping oxides
yet so spiritually far
even in their arms breathing your moistness into their skin
and yet alone
Even family at times
become mere bloodlines
and friends fade to titles of chapters of time
too oft disappearing with dreams when you open your eyes
making it easy to be lonely
easier to get it wrong
easiest to put a song back on
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