visit

I asked you about the weather,
You asked if I was sleeping.

Neither of us touched the truth
Pressed hard against the glass.

Time was called, our red eyes met
But our skin was not permitted.


I hope you know I miss you — and all your ways.

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1. What a beautifully restrained and emotionally intimate poem. 🌙✨

   So much is left unsaid here, and that silence is exactly what gives the piece its power. The opening lines — “I asked you about the weather, / You asked if I was sleeping” — perfectly capture how people circle around pain, longing, and truth without daring to touch them directly.

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   1. Thankyou mate ‐ much appreciated.

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