When I am here
You are here
Only you are not
Really here at all
Far away
In the distance
I see
Your silent stares
Whispering words
Of insecurities
Inside your soul
When I am here
You are here
Only you are not
Really here at all
A once calming
Touch becomes
So cold
Crackling bones
Brush bones
And bruise
The heart
When I am here
You are here
Only you are not
Really here at all
Vivid conversations
Dulled with habit
Common ground
No longer held
The vibes
been lost
In motion
When I am here
You are here
Only you are not really here at all...
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