Islands
All our lives are little whilesWaiting for the next upset
The next interesting thing
The next numbingly mundane crush
That consumes us and makes us more than ourselves
If only for a little while
All our lives are waiting to be what we are not
What we cannot be without each other
Loneliness is an ache deeper than pain
It is the darkness itself
The undefined shapes in our mind that torture us
When we lay alone in the early morning hours
Groping across the sheets hoping to bridge the gap
Between my island and yours
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