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time is making us feel smaller, dear
and I have a confession to make
I can taste and smell you on my skin
even without closing my eyes
as if you live in me, asleep
and a quiet part of me wishes
(the same part that lives in a dream)
that we might have met when
you were unbroken
and the stars still danced in your eyes
whenever you lay awake imagining
a life spent in love
maybe then you would have been ready
and willing
to live in the world of someone like me
and yet, part of me wonders
if we had brushed souls all those years ago
would I have been ready, then?
will I ever be?
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photo: cold, grey skies over the High Line, december 2016