it's times like these when
i sense it the most, the emptiness of
the spaces between my fingers.
the clouds above are so perfectly
shaped, haloed by an exuberance
of brilliant blue, and my fingers
instinctively want to wrap themselves
between yours and squeeze, just to know
you're here, permanent, unlike the
ephemeral sensation of hearing the soft
rush of the clouds inching along.
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