5 or 5 thousand 
miles
are between us.
bodies, books, buildings,
circles and hobbies
prevent our meeting
but
illusion and delusion
strike every heart –
mine is no different.
our one common thread
i knew of died.
he was human
in every sense,
in every beauty of the word.
sure he still two-steps;
his words conjuring
dance contests forever
in the heart.
but our meeting
grows dark.
my moves are simple
but constant.
i don’t want much
because
i am
not
lost

and maybe you are.

so i stand still

and doubt you will stop moving.

 

let’s get lost.

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