Memory

The
Candle
Caresses
My
Eyelids
As the drum beats out my every
Inhalation (one-and-two-and) and
Exhalation (one-and-two-and-one-and)

You stand at the opposite end of the synapse,
The longest distance between us.
Is it possible that we are still holding hands
On the bus in some universe that is
Otherwise just like ours?

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