Did you know I read sign language
Even the moon spells Chris
It’s half-crescent
Like him
He’s half-present
Maybe it’s Christmas
The way you kiss?
Removed the space between the hiss
Laid down your blade
And took my fist
Maybe you’re the silence
On my blank list
Where none can follow
Your name won’t fit?
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Blushing
P.S. found a screenshot of your number I blocked
So I took another screenshot?
A brief but intense poem, where the unsaid weighs as much as the words.
Greetings and hugs in the distance.
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You see right into me. Really appreciate your visits.
And sending a big electric hug back!
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