There is an easy symmetry about the way
That we pretend to not need one another. There’s a stream that runs between Dimensions that we both have seen And we meet together when we dream A life without you next to me Feels like a half life on the days when missing you Is at its extreme But then there are days when I feel completely complete And I am And you are And we are We know this With a sacred knowing So why is it we’re not showing We want each other? To admit we that you are missing from me Does it mean That I there is a void in my life In the shape of your body Near mine In the night Perhaps maybe possibly So Perhaps not I suppose we May never know... Charity
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