Heavens forbid the day
that the sun shall set
or the moon shall rise
for the last time
without my seeing a glimpse
of your shadow or
a flicker of your smile.
Heavens hear my silent plea,
a silent wish of a longing soul.
For my frozen fingertips
to finally meet the warmth of your skin
as it reaches out across
miles of empty space in between.
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