I Am Here, You Are There

a longing heart

sickens and sickles

into thin stretched blades

that tire miles of time travel

to reach memory

hanging onto

brooding shoulders

inviting golden sunsets

that remind purple dawns

of constant love

stretching long

in a heart that sickens

and sickles

sometimes

but also sings

always

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