You only yearn for
What’s lacking; the wait
Distorts spacetime,
Spooling out like sweater wool
And every night’s the longest
You can remember, like
The space between raindrops
Or heartbeats, or between
The words “love” and “you.”
Red-eyed, even the sun
Might deign to blink.
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