If you were here
In this lonely wood
I would hold out
Tears for you
And show you they
Fit the shapes of yours
For you and I
Have felt the same
Yet you are a sailboat
Drifting, drifting
So far and so wide
Away
I measure latitude and longitude
Wishing the saltwater miles
Weren't so alarmingly long
Between me and you
Perfect, in a painful semi-reality
And here on earth-
Nothing
Never meant to be,
and
Nothing but a painful scar
of
Exactly where you touched my heart.
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