Perhaps some are meant to be
apart for a while,
to allow distance and the ability for
truth to no longer be real.
Imagination reigns without truth,
what is that person seeing, feeling,
what will they do,
thoughts of them, I should really be
immensely and measurably through.
reaching out in a moment,
wondering is no longer wondering
because now there’s an
ability to slightly see,
Are there differences to be observed,
are they selective,
there to be heard?
I know there are some changes,
waiting to be discovered and learned.
Brightened are they,
with each moment they are heard,
loneliness could have overwhelmed,
must have caused great dismay,
but I must tread delicately,
not flit around too flashily or fancily,
too much attention drawn could cause cracks to be seen and
cause future suffering.
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