It’s been a while since I’ve last written
The hopes and dream scattering in my palms.
The elusive future, as I sit in front of the windows
The city lights and the city stars
The tiny people in the far distance.
The body of water shimmering in darkness,
And the warmth of your hands on mine.
It’s not as if it has disappeared –
I am always in the darkness and
From time to time, borrowing light.
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