You, my love, are real.
This pain I feel without you
Is real. As the train rolled out of the station
And cradled you to sleep,
Every mile you travelled
Was real.
Every town you passed
Every bit of me, erased
Every bitterness that lasts
Now brings you closer.
Between the two cities
A desert grows slowly
Memory, longing, this aching unbelonging
Secrets, silences, outbursts.
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