I’m guilty of something
but what i can’t say
tis my imagination
keeps running away
Catching you up as
our passions embrace
a thousand miles distant
and barely a face
Words have a way to
seep into our lives
down through the cracks left
by husbands and wives
Tears are gold filling
of crevices broken
repairs a vessel with
words yet unspoken ~
Lions Mane 
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