Sunday, October 19, 2014

distance

in the harmonies between
her calloused fingers and
steel strings

in the silences between
pinprick stars, dark lines and
shadowed trees

in the ease between
a hot oven, tired back and
familiar comfort

in the spaces between
where you are, where I am
shifting baselines

thinking of you.

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