Words,
Are the medium by which we create,
There's a tapestry we are weaving,
Finishing what the other starts,
Each holding the needles and threads,
We seam ourselves together,
These words will never grow old,
This pattern quickly evolves,
With each passing day,
But I need to see what is completing my works,
Hours are beginning to feel as days,
And we continue to unravel all our efforts,
I'm forgetting your face,
And I'm heartbroken.
With each step I take,
I know I'm nearing you,
And you feel the same,
We walk in sync,
Following the others heart,
The closer we are the faster we move,
Chase to find you,
I'm approaching the doors,
And I can't hear your voice,
I'm running in circles on this vessel,
The faces are blending over and over,
There is finally my reward,
I find you sitting,
Staring back at me,
These glances are shooting like fireworks,
And it creates a beautiful display,
My feet refrain to move,
I'm stuck staring at the one who stares at me,
Yet I'm satisfied,
When I return to the harbor,
I know time is short,
I lie in bed,
Recollecting all that you are,
Each time I remember you,
The memory fades more and more,
Now again I'm staring at the screen,
Waiting and waiting for your words,
They spin a web,
Connecting me to you,
Yet now all I ever get is your words,
Your presence no more,
Our stitching is slowing to a halt,
Soon there will be an unfinished sewing,
Hanging in our hearts
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