Connecting Things

 

Touch me.

Let me know

that I still have skin

and form.

Give me

a reason not to doubt

my own reality.

Once here,

in full,

I can begin

to understand you.

Learn you

like a new language.

Another voice

in my head.

We were two,

apart,

but now a union.

Connected

by something

we denied.

Hiding our eyes

from our existence

only caused our fears

to multiply.

There I go again,

connecting things

that used to be

apart.

 

 

HG – 2022

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