We sleep on the edges of a giant bed
I've memorized the landscape
each freckle on your back
every blemish on the ceilingWe sit at a table
in close proximity
but worlds apart
minds adriftThe vast space between us
feels insurmountable
I try to cross the chasm
there is no bridgeI love you some days
but the space between those days
is growing wider
it is me who is drifting awayReel me back in
it is not so difficult
but kindness does not come easy
and coldness breaks my heartI am looking over the edge
considering the unknown
over the deep freeze
on your side of the bed
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Oneirism - Vol. I [EN]
PoetryWhenever I start writing, I enter a different state of mind. Poetry. Enjoy.