Lost

Thunder measures out the distance
between lightning flash, and you and me.
We are still together, though separately,
two birds on up-draughts, treading air.

It wouldn’t be fair to ask
"Where are you now?"
for you are here
and everywhere where I can lie

and hear the roll of thunder,
watch lightning tilting at the dark,
understand whatever tethers you to me
is the secret within the art.

lost loveabc

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