Miles

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The miles between us
are suspended in the air like frozen dragonflies.
I have made this journey a thousand times before,
in the half-light of dawn
while you slept soundly on your bed of hopes and big dreams.

The city lights
flicker through your window
and caress your face, in peaceful slumber
as I gaze into the tar-like night
and wish for your words to mend me.

I could cross the miles
and hold you as you slept, knowing
that when you woke, your ready words,
your perspicuous face
could soothe my fractures forever.

And somehow this knowledge,
this reprieve from the cold and the tar-like night
is enough for me to crawl
into my own bed of new found hope
and drift; my breath in time with yours.

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