Far away from my fringe.

Without arm strength to wade the fog.
I’d watch you on the other bank.
I thought it was high fives.
In all of that time until you left.
With turgent eyes casting out.
The disconnect of us.
Every time you reached for me.
Your hands never slapped my face.

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