(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…