Where I am
It is difficult
To feel anything.
Though I sense your presence
In the cricket’s grassy song
The Morse code of the firefly.
The seasons are changing
I can feel it
In the soles of my feet.
Remember when we lived
On only the air between us?
I am sorry
I have not been breathing lately.
Another day
With nothing scratched off my to-do list.
Where do we go from here?
If I look directly at you
I will burn my eyes,
Yet still I yearn
To fall to the Earth with you
Our roots tangled together.
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