Close by;

oh the delicate life we live where love is so difficult to find & even harder to give we've invented ways to keep together in spite of miles, time & space between love suspended at our fingertips inside the cool hard glass we wish for miles to dissipate that this illuminated presence would be yours …

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Writer;

I could never become a writer because the things I would write about would be true; they would be about all of you. I would dramatize & elaborately describe our lives; as seen through my very own eyes. These memories drift through my head all day, but I am constantly shoving them away. If only …