that I only hear
but I'm sure
they talk of love
a love
separated by distance
and circumstances
a love
separated by geography
and constraints
a love
separated by human nature
and a habit
to continue habits
suffocation
sudden and tearing
glass doors open
to the sky
where two
young
and battered
each more than
the other
come together
even if only in spirit
what.
is.
not.
if at all.
questions
dozens of them
and an ever-growing pile
of work
and worries
in the usual humdrum
lost
with the usual humdrum.
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