Hear Me Now

I can feel the hum
Music keeping me in place
As it always has

Some days I miss you
So badly as to go deaf
And slip out of place

Just for a second
Time enough to cross this space
And fly to your side

Stolen vacation
Here I'm heard and then I'm not
Then heard with your ears

I long to hear you
Listen with my fingertips
Strumming all the same

We will harmonize
This end keeps growing clearer
The path grows shorter

Each step a distance
The smallest measurable
There is a limit

So I keep humming
You echo inside and out
Strengthening with hope 

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