You came in the night
In fragments of sleep-wake dreams
Each piece reveals a little,
Yet each little bit is different.
I'm confused,
Feeling the strong need to reach out,
To connect once again.
I'm frightened
At what may break with this connection.
At what I am reading right,
And what I am reading wrong.
I'm tempted
To draw you within inches;
Yet taunted
By my mind to stay away,
Far away, from you.
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