i always tended to have
this habit where when i
connect with someone
i begin to lose myself
in every fiber of their
being and receive
emptiness in between
and as i reached out –
for the first time,
the tips of my fingers were
met with static of another
instead of just air
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
