The intimacy of Distance.

March 23, 2012 § 13 Comments

It doesn’t matter.

Because the air i
breathe in is the air you
breathe out. The breeze that
touches your face, touches
mine. The rains find you first
and then drench me. The March
sun soaks you up, and then
caresses me. The cool of the night
runs first over your skin, then
reaches mine.
Because i run through your
veins as you run through mine,
and i wake up to your thoughts
each time i wake up, as you
sleep with mine.

It doesn’t matter.

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