A Wave

Such a small motion...

A wave before the final turn
of your goodbye.

And the night is split by the
intimate grace of your
hand.

There are two sides to my
infinity.

To suffer in your absence...and this
longing that binds us in the
confines of forever.

Such a small motion...

A wave on the edge of
infinity.

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Every gesture tells a story and every movement becomes a ripple in a constant flow. There are no small motions and even words whispered once are heard
forever.
We are defined by the press of
heaven large against us.
And even lips parting warm in breath
cause the world to
listen.

No one is alone.

The Infinite is our connection.