Ruins of 2015. 

Familiar skins pry themselves away And now the distance between us 

Are light years and moons apart 


“I think we are better off friends.” 

No longer is the longing of tongue on tongue 

And Palm to palm appealing 

Our lips – do I still remember how they feel like – only for forming words and completing our expressionless faces 

Our eyes look but never meeting 

Feet on the same ground but heads in different skies 


Your fingers and mine have gaps between them 

Grasping air, not flesh, now seems new

Now we have all the space to stay in silence 

Holding on to everything and nothing 

In a single breath


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