Similar lives meet to form bonds
and a connection to last ages
or so it felt like back then
Now you sleep at a different time
unable to pick up my calls
while my inner landscape
and its tectonic plates collide
to form volcanoes of panic
All I’m left with is a
remembrance of you saying
‘volcanoes become mountains’
I remind myself in your voice that
I will be stronger
while you become dormant in my nightmares
and I grapple with myself
fumbling around to form cohesion
of all the lessons you left behind
and things you taught me to unlearn and
all that you gave me to defend my inner terrain
while you battle your own nightmares
in your seemingly peaceful slumber
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