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longing
longing for the day
when my writing is at an end
and paper, not the only one listening
when the sad songs I write
change tune
when we stop hiding discomfort
from each other
coming closer with each passionate exchange
when we are nourished
by the space we give
when love without conditions
meets no resistance
when no words
need to shake hands
but are welcome anyway
when the sound of letters
is of no importance
for acceptance and understanding
when shared ease and stillness
are speaking for itself
and don’t t need processing
when we are at home with each other