They have taken root
and their fingers are extending unseen
through the ground around them
Their grasp firms and tightens
as they grow taller and stronger
beneathe the nourishing sun
and water pouring at their trunk
Untethered
Free
Is that it?
Is that what we
have always wanted?
Caught between Salvation and Habit.
Give me a chance and I'll take away your loneliness
Your name becomes the ghost in my memory
A presence turned to absence
A face once loved obscured by rain falling onto glass
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