Chest Deep

Distance is strange

I forget how I feel,

If I feel

 

Everything seems more romantic

or more dramatic

than it is

 

Things get lost in translation

we get lost in translation

the space between what is and what has been

 

Is murky

I wade through it

and at times there is no light

 

Just me, chest deep in our history

trying to feed the flame of our passion

I see you up ahead

 

A silhouette

lined in golden ember

at times, it seems all I do is follow you

 

Then I look back and see you there

I wonder how I could have missed you

where was I when you passed me unseen?

 

This murk must end

we must find our way through,

until then?

 

I’ll wade in this space between

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