Leaning

To feel the weight of
sudden fingers -

Pressed against our distance.

As if our yearning were a
solid wall of sorrow.

That gave way to constant
leaning.

If only for an instant.

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We long only for that which is part of us- a shared remembering of what once was whole and then in a single thought of separation imagined a point of leaving off another. Yet this same longing is thr thread against imagination and draws close our wounded selves once more in oneness. Long for me and again we become a self remembered...and in my reach reach for you - I remember our together.