This distance between, a vocal memory
The silence you speak, so loud, in words you’ll mute.
You flew far in our short time.
Close to where the skies touch the emotions of our universe.
In separate lives.
Our parallels still speak
This distance; still meets.
I sit and wonder where you’d be-
I lie to wonder everything.
What meant you and I, there’s no coincidence as our stars, shined that March night.
Devine as she spoke, emotions overflowed.
Embers to the wind, blinded sparks.
Love your poems ❤️❤️❤️
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