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skype calls that became train tickets
ifs that became whens
no longer separated
by the cruel electric portal of a screen
a once incorporeal lover
now solid and
warm and
real
falling hard and fast
other half no longer missing
a ray of light
cutting through the suffocating darkness
from the top of the ferris wheel
the toy houses and pinprick people
become inconsequential
everything outside this bubble of steel and glass
is now quiet and invisible
maybe it's too soon
to call it "forever"
but what else could it ever be?