(And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran)
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I am the unlived dream
waiting to gather wings
and fly across your soils.
I am also the unborn thirst
seeking to seep deep
into your roots.
I am your footsteps
treading softly
in my muse.
I am that thick smoke spiraling
towards heaven’s gates.
When your pyre was quietly lit
I am also the grey ash
languishing on this wasted Earth.
I am
A COMPLETE YOU
and…..
AN EMPTY ME…