I want to believe
that we aren’t broken
but time doesn’t have
a friendly face
in a world where a smile
still screams through joy
and I can’t feel
the strength of your arms

forgetting that it was easy
or remembering is too painful
when letters can’t form words
through feelings with
singed edges
of burnt paper dreams

but the dreams were real
and you were mine… once
pieces of you remain so
and I want to believe
that it’s enough to
make me whole
like I was the first time
you touched my face

reality is tangible
where feelings aren’t
or are they only real
when you can touch my skin
breaking threads within
woven words that dance
on the air between
who we are
and who we were…once

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