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we spend our time- inching forward- pulling toward some slight attainment- just a little more- stretching more- fingers, joints, nails reaching as deeply as they can not- to feel that some-thing, that some-one, there- who we thought was there and is no longer there- found what they were seeking- all along, with you- and how relative is it to you- it is not- it is about what they seek- what they want- what they dream of- which isn't you- it isn't all the agony they placed or dis-placed, you placed and caused and disguised- misguided, i am- foolish and miserable- as is always the case when the attachment arises- like blood in-to my brain, in-to my mouth, slipping further in- a disease- a poison- the bacteria we thought we can hide- sweep under the carpet so that we can have just one more kiss- one more look- one more smile- one more touch- as tough as it has always been- with you- i am seeking comfort- sensitivity- care- love.