You sounded tired
In the brief exchange of words
I can almost remember the expression
Of your eyes when you are that way
Miles of land are between us
Wrapped by a neverending ocean
Promise of future contact
Leaves me graced and hesitant
Without contact there is no resolution
Without resolution possibilities breathe on
Like a wandering albatross with an invisible leash
Like a freed spirit too afraid to vacate its haunt
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