And this one is from me, channeling
We are separated by music
written before we met
and we wait for calls
and when they don't come
we stop checking our mail
and waiting to see each other
because we have waited before
and letters were never sent
poems were never written
this distance between us grew
lonely for each other
and no one ever came
Nothing compares
to the distance between us
nothing I do bridges the chasm
with poor attempts
to keep flames growing
smothered by separation
we're waiting in the dark
wondering why we do it
for the few good moments
and as long as we live
we are hoping for a match
that will illuminate our nights
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