the shape of things that come

say you know what i mean
without me having to say more about it
the simple breaths one takes
the beginning kisses

i can’t hold you tonight
my arms won’t reach
and my soul is on ice
i can’t find fingers anywhere
that will dial your number
or delve in for pleasure
i am alone
and alone in being alone

i didn’t understand
but i knew what you meant
about the shape
that the steam made on the mirror
i said i couldn’t, but i saw it
i just read it another way

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