The Last Velvet Tendrils of the Night

Waking up when the last velvet tendrils of the night leave me
Alone and tangled in a mess of sheets
I find myself thinking of you
And how you silently kept me company
From across the sea
How I remember your touch
Without ever being touched
How our bodies fit
Without ever meeting
How are spirits touched
Because that’s what matters most


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