Waiting is hard. Knowing that this silence between us, (how nothing becomes so solid...how silence is is not only heard, but felt, touched, tasted...believe it.) is mostly of my doing wrenches my heart. That I have never heard the sound of your voice, heard the beat of your heart, cupped your warm breath between my palms...does not mask the very real comfort your presence brings me.
I know you are there.
Wait for me.
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