the same bed, a million miles apart

there’s something we’re not saying

something between the li[n]es

and the bed sheets

something in the way you hold my hand

scared of [c]losing

is this all there is?

us and the fragments of a wor[l]d

saying [l]over and over again

something [c]old between us

like stardust

like [y]our eyes

hold me like you did

when we were young and [s]cared

before we slept with our backs turned

before we turned out the light

before we grew like [tu]lips turned

to different suns

hold me like you used to

and I will let you [go]

Image courtesy of Kevin Escate.

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