stared straight south for ten minutes
hoping somehow my gaze would bring you closer, faster.
it didn't and i'm still here waiting.
i spent 5 years waiting (well, really
3 if you subtract the year i spent forgetting or at least trying)
its time now and i hardly feel worthy, much less adequate.
but i find that comforting.
i'm seeing face to face now. its not pretty
but its mine. dark as it may be, its yours.
you knew, you still do. and for these small moments
thats just enough.
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