I feel you
though your hair escapes my touch
I see you
only in the periphery
vanishing when I try to focus
You live in my dreams of night and day
my moments of distraction
my deep hopeful corners
my reflexes and instincts
But you don't live at the table for supper
in the backseat of the van
or amongst the cars that drive across the carpet
Yet
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