It's like this.
You haunt the space that
lies between us.
As if the distance holds a
memory of being filled by
only you.
The air allows your scent to
linger in your absence.
I breathe only in the wake
you leave behind.
It's like this.
Until we touch
again.
And then...it's like something
even more.
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It is like this....this holy longing for existence in the arms of God. We feel absent and yet we're blind to the singularity of who we really are. We only dream in thoughts of two. Our deepest longing? Is to awake.
Peace,
Eric
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