What a strange place
We find ourselves here again
Rarely uncomfortable
Terribly additive
A withdraw so harsh
Where are we in the universe
If not always together
Painfully well
Often translucent
A depression of closeness
Why are we drawn here
To this point in space
To sit and watch the stars
And each other
Just until next time
For we now grow together
As if we always had
I watch, perplexed
Scared, unnerved
Staring into myself
Almost as well as you do
Sitting here in a strange place
About the Creator
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