It is knowing that you are there...a knowledge that allows me to breathe in an air that might be possibly shared by you...
It is a distance, but deceiving...the way a moon looks much closer than it actually is...your proximity is a lot closer than when seen on a map. Because you permeate me...you fall upon my skin with the ghost of a touch, a distinct tattoo from a grasp.
I do not mind the silent slabs between us...I don't fear the concrete stretch between us...in some ways you are more than a person...a great unwritten book, a collection of poems and portraits...an art display on a private wall in my mind. Moments captured and remembered...a main reason why you remain exactly the same to me...no difference, no change.
Sometimes you are a great storm...a pattern that permeates my thoughts, disrupting, leaving a vast change in your wake. And I slowly rebuild, replacing and replenishing...
You are sunlight and oxygen...you are not seen but felt. You align and mold...meld. It is the beginning of the day and I put you on like a cloak, to comfort me...to protect me...to remind me mostly. I wear you in my mind across my shoulders, where I hope I can keep you...and carry you.
At night I do not take you off but rather pull you closer...nestle and clutch you around me. Hopefully feeling the wrap and the cling of you if only in my mind as you permeate me as I seek to see you in my sleep.
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