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How fragile that
Space between souls,
The feeling in the
Middle of the night
Of your breath
On my skin,
A holding on
To something.
Like wispy
Tendrils of
Early morning fog,
You weave in and out
Of the spaces since
Last time I saw you.
In the unmeasured moments
Just before waking,
I bask in the knowledge
That we somehow
Share forever.

Categories: Poetry