poetry

no, I know

no, I know
this isn’t real
this tenuous connection
pulling at my heart
when you speak
I cannot hear
when you dream
I’m too far to reach
no, I know
this will never be
the wild heat
a delicious illusion
longing so sweet
wrought by desire
hunger so deep
like a secret untold
yes, I know
this will fade in time
set aside
without regret
only gratitude
for the fire
only solace
still burning bright

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