Just Past Touch


It is a hunger, this

thing this need this idea

of love of need of

want…a constant craving

seemingly never

satiated never

satisfied…it is both

joyful and

maddening as it

dances close, becomes

us, is us…then

dances away but

we hope we dream

always within touching

distance, within

ourselves it is



but not quite…and

when the dance moves

too far, too fast

too…just past


it is sadness and

decline, it is a passing

of the moment

regardless the logic

the reasons the


we see nothing

but our own sadness and

say goodbye again

and again

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