even if you wish it,
the signals are blurring
the outcomes vague
reality slips to mere perception
better safe than sorry, we say.
I have become weak, unsure
so distance is my safety net
I have desire, a piercing ache
but safely and sadly quenched
so not to draw attention.
This will be our union
notional, disparate.
I love you.
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