Across a dim lit room
Eye contact repeated
Unspoken words screamed
Wind in an abyss
The dark place we meet once
Beneath a wild-light moon
And whispers of the space we share
Beyond something real
Buried in ruins not yet built
A world we might have known
Had starlight fallen more kindly upon us
Photo by David Brooks on Unsplash @davidbrooksdesign
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