You are wisps, lacewings, cobwebs.
You are dreams and memories.
The calculator won’t
add us up properly, dearest.
The darkest rooms won’t
conjure you to me, either.

You are feathers, rainbows, perfume.
You are golden and in-flight.
The computer won’t
find you in search engines.
The brightest spot won’t
draw you to me, either.

One plus light and dark and dreams
still totals one.
When will we be
together, not apart?
When will I be a
part of something greater?


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