Where are we now,
you and me,
orbiting each other
in this house
like
twin moons....

it seems so much lonelier
now,
when you are away
than it did
when I could not
see you for weeks
at a time.
Strange how its all
so relative.

Sadly,
I feel removed from
myself, and accordingly
removed from you...

Tonight when you come
home
I want to touch you
again for the first time
in this house.

Maybe I have just
started taking
your presence for granted.

We are satellites
of each other,
always revolving,
rarely touching.

06/28/2002

Posted on 06/28/2002
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