I hold you in hopes that you recognize me
From a time and place that now have no space
Seen, obscured, I often wonder
Will we ever truly remember
How we embraced
Now we are incongruently comfortable
Seeking the oh so magical breath
Of happiness, delight
Of nothing
An unknowing
Of time or space
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