# 472: Close

Silke Schmidt
2 min readJun 29, 2023

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Poem

© Silke Schmidt

Said you miss me,

I do too.

Have done so

many nights,

many months.

Missing your smell,

the softness of your skin.

lizard and seagull,

black and white.

Does not fit?

No one can judge

how well opposites match.

They stretch the universe,

they bond like glue.

Their aura moves mountains,

but it takes time

for love to unfold,

for energies to balance.

Yes, I miss you

but you know well

nothing can divide us,

no matter where we are.

We feel each other,

in spirit we touch.

No words can describe

the miracles that unite.

I will be gone for you,

you will be gone for me.

Distance depends

on the perspective you take.

It will happen again,

you know me well.

For a nomad to stay

it takes death to toll.

Maybe that’s wrong,

maybe it’s attachment

to old images

of the self.

Could we travel together?

Am I ready for that?

Is closeness bearable

for an untamed horse?

You have transformed

what it meant to be “me.”

Do you see your greatness,

your ability to love?

Missing is needing,

or is it not?

Don’t want to miss you

but I already do.

Am I lying to myself?

Do I want to be needed?

Do I trust my own words?

Cannot stop going away,

will stay close to you.

Never stop moving

because of me.

If I cry and plea

for you to stay,

you have to follow

your heart to grow.

I will follow your journey

but do it my way.

No direction or goal,

no people or plans.

Just the feeling that

this trip is right.

It will take me nearer

to where I belong.

You see all this,

I feel your thoughts.

Let us miss each other

as much as we can bear.

If we cry or laugh,

if we struggle or fall.

Every day will begin

with the certainty in our hearts

that we are as close

as two souls can be.

No matter which distance,

no matter which paths.

The closeness remains

because we are one.

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