there were opened window blinds,

two chairs beside

a kitchen table,

coffee brewing through our breath.

where silence lived,

while love was known

without a single sound.

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but there is space now

that exists

in between our own hearts.

I couldn't make it to yours,

or perhaps I just died trying.

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so many things i would tell you

if this great chasm shrunk

by fallen tears,

if i were only close enough

to cross this distance

to feel your warmth.

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so many things i want to tell you like

your heart could be found

in mine if you let it.

but i've searched each and every room inside,

they are all vacant and cold

they leave not the faintest

trace of you.

​

the coffee still brews now

through your absence

and our silence lives on

through the void;

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                so many things i needed to tell you,

​

                                i may never find the words.