i miss the boy.
the boy right in front of me.
how does the world manage
to let physical distance remain
and emotional distance increase.
my hand does not miss your hand,
it is right there, but
my heart misses your heart
it is right there.
k.h.
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oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.
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