we are at this point where
we're both so close to each other and
i could feel your warm breath against my face,
and the heat of your body against my skin,
and yet, even as our souls pull each other in,
almost intertwining with each other,
we're still somehow emotionally distant with each other,
like having you stand in front of me,
yet having a thick barrier between us,
and i see you raise your hand as i raise mine,
putting our hand on the glass, as if almost holding hands,
even if i wanted to come to you,
would you welcome me with open arms?
even with all the closeness that we have,
would you wrap your arms around me as i wrap mine around your body?
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
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