Long after their bodies have set apart.
To hide it, they cover themselves with clothes
To keep the touch safer and closer to the heart.
I know that one can pretend to be in a place,
But entirely present on somebody's mind.
And if they knew how to look for each other with their souls
Maybe they wouldn't feel so blind.
I know that one can sometimes feel lost,
Even if the heart has all the right maps.
And they wait for a sign to pick the best road
Tomorrow, next month or today, perhaps.
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