There’s probably a label for it –
This feeling in my chest
In my heart,
My soul perhaps.
This which
Us humans long for,
Strive so hard
To express.
It vibrates
Shimmers
Calls out
Mostly silent
But so much bigger
Than the noise.
Please, be there.
Passion in a sense,
These words
Insufficient.
Overwhelming sometimes.
It calls out
Searching, needing
Then calms
Mostly soothed;
This ache
We put so many colors to.
Stories
So many images;
Dreams
Like a memory
Of a place without time.
These names,
So much like
I know you.
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