Something permanent and waiting

I’ve never been one for belief. Preferring, since I first found words, the question. But you suggest an answer now. Something permanent and waiting. As if there might be gods and fates whispering, a place and time of return.

I would know you anywhereIn a room filled, or across vast, empty spaces. Even when I’m not looking for- … I somehow seek to find you.

Perhaps. Perhaps. We are indeed part of something greater. An entire universe found in our kiss hello. Sliding lips remembering. The familiar that comes from knowing.

(Perhaps I’ve lost my goddamn mind.)

Kafka

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