my closest somebody

July 16th, 2010 Comments Off

in the night, i reach across
the expanse that lies between us
to extend two fingers to you


my fingerpads find your flesh
to remind me that you are here
real, breathing, alive


sometimes my hand finds yours
and together we walk toward
the lonely oblivion of sleep


Where am I?

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