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I hope your silence is the same as mine
Our senses do not always tell us how to be
While imagined echoes remind me of the past
The feeling warms from a light I cannot see

We are so close to the marrow now
Our rage of missing one another is real
Is the next body the one to make me forget
Or is it only a dream I can’t make you feel?

Why am I so afraid of telling you how I feel
I am your friend and we’ve never spoken
Your beauty is all that is mine to believe
But you want your mind to be my attraction

I so much want to impress you with all my gifts
But what can they be to one who needs love
Only the distance between makes me realize
How deep your longing, is it what I’m made of?