i came back to run my hands all over your catastrophes.

kiss, as if time is just an illusion.

to love you is to breathe, even when the weight of a thousand wars have moved their fight inside my chest.

to her, her I miss
full of her
I sit here without her

I feel her yet    
cannot hear or touch her
but

I know she wherever
whatever she does
she knows

and feels me
full as I do her
she is here

here in trances
she goes through, too,
we just are us, wherever

whatever us is,
we are, she means that such,
I am certain, i too
mean as much.