Sometimes you see someone looking at you. It's my eyes that understand the look.
Maybe I am sucked in by the distance. It teaches me to tolerate.
When my love finds no way, nails me to the ground, binds me to the irrevocable. While the soul continues to search, even as the evening fades.
Then sometimes you suddenly meet the deepest in the other, who in a moment, unasked and without words, proclaims the memory.
No, my longing is not dead, it is a value that is alive, for a moment I felt as if I had heard you.
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