wherever there is one of us
the other is present—
not as shadow,
not as echo,
but as a quiet certainty
threaded through the air.
yet absence presses in,
testing the seam,
asking if presence
can survive distance,
if sharedness
can outlast silence.
still,
I feel you in the pause
between my words,
in the spaces
that absence dares to claim.
we are not undone.
we are doubled—
your presence folded into mine,
mine into yours,
a continuity
that absence cannot fracture.
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