My love lives in the distance between us

In the memories that I edit and expand

Abbreviate and delete

I will never know how you see me

When a Monday morning fog rolls in

Or when I come home with a depleted heart

We are lonely children playing a game

To one another we are symbols

And so you see, my love

I am not your love

And you are not mine

And somehow I feel less alone

Kneeling in the truth

Of this painful aloneness

Than I ever could

Imagining myself in your arms

I will gently place your photo

Where it belongs

In a cupboard or a drawer

As a distant memory and nothing more

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