Monday, October 19

With you

What if I hadn't been that far away?
You looked at me the way people look at other people when they're asking questions they know the answer to.
I didn't have one though, so I smiled and pretended to know what the answer was and that I knew that you knew too.

Maybe sometimes we're never really that close to each other at all. There always seems to be at least one universe between us, even though our hands are touching and our feet might be touching too.
But sometimes when I look at you, I don't know who you are.
Admittedly, sometimes I look at myself, and I don't know who I am either.

Then again. When I look at you, I know exactly who I am, and who I've been.
And who I want to be.
And you make me feel like I'm home, wherever you and I might be.

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