Sometimes my 3am thoughts track me down, chasing me
endlessly, relentlessly and as recklessly as
the way my heart behaved when you said
'hello'.
Sometimes my bones are filled with lead,
each bending and breaking, begging
to feel your warmth beside me, to
have you like before.
So often I yield to
eventual acceptance that you and I are exactly
that. You. I. Separate people with
hearts that, for a moment in time, shared a beat.
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