asymptotes

there are lines we don’t cross
chasing infinity and getting no closer
i know where it goes
but i can’t see where it ends
        .
i wear my mood like a shroud
you wear yours like a scar
if at the intersection of pain
we might find the point
.
i’ve glimpsed into your memory
but these holes are undefined
i’ll fill the gaps in your misery
if you will try to understand mine

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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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