Precisely Enough

When I do not have You
I endure,
Yet, I’d break were You only mine
Without You
I depart
When I’m with You, I arrive.

If I am kissing You,
I cannot hear Your words.
When we are done kissing,
Your voice echoes throughout me.
The empty hand rises,
the full hand falls.

We fashion the other into a ghost
Yet You are tactile to my touch,
All around me fades away in Your presence
The world is the ghost
and we haunt its translucence.

I am always struggling
I am always succumbing
So, are we worthy of all this loving?
I endure, I break – yes
I’m here, I’m gone – yes
It is too much,
It is too little
and this is precisely enough.

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