Moments Apart

My palms are a negative charge…

Your positive is so strong it tickles the middle of my hands as they reach and find comfort on the only walls I didn’t build.

My best friend assured me that I’d never find your equal – but being half you , it’s strangely uncomfortable to walk on a continent without you.

I have been rushing you lately…

But every time I meet myself in the mirror,

There’s a new grey hair and I

Am petrified of spending another moment apart.

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