Sitting. Waiting. Mindless. Absent.

Something is missing. Someone.

His finger tips across my skin. His presence.

Absent.

3 days to long it's been, can I make it through 40 more?

As we reach out for each other I looked to the sky tonight and felt an ineffable connection.

My sorrow, consoled in the crevice's of the moons face.

Thousands will stare and never know what's held within that meteorite's heart,

but one will see and know it's depths exactly.

One will understand and only he and I will speak our cryptic language through the super moon tonight.

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