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Stratosphere Love

the distance between us
is the number of times
my heart
has beat since I last saw you.
I hear it all around me:
pounding away
even as I sleep,
dreaming of you.

I have not heard
your voice
since then
and I long for the
trickle of laughter,
your face lit up in a

hardest though, is this:
I cannot see you
I cannot speak to you
I cannot whisper
“I love you"
in your ear.

lost messages.
hopeful messages
waiting for a reply
floating somewhere
far away, in the stratosphere.

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