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you sat across the way.
a table filled with food between us,
electric filaments unfurling
like tendrils, finding their likenesses
in the space between.

i never once met your eyes,
for fear i'd get lost in the gap.

i'm far-away again today,
i feel fine, and i'm okay, but i'm nowhere to be found.
i'm far-away again today,
no one sits across the way--
i've slept and lain in bed all day.

and if heaven's just a fathom high--
with olive skin and hazel eye--
then hell's two fathoms further down
and i: a dead man on the ground.

there was no you in the equation of we.
there was only me, and fear.
i fear i closed a door on you,
and spoke through a covered window.
the glass distorts your perception of me.

your heaven's just a fathom high,
with gentle voice, and agate eyes.
my hell's two fathoms further down--
(and i: i feel so far away)

i'm nowhere to be found.