There was never space
within the lean lines
of your fortitude
for even the question
of me

For insistence of words
or persistence of presence

I asked
held myself taut
against the buffeting wind
The sound of
differences between

Answer enough perhaps
in the lonely exhale
of your breath and mine
The howl of our
disconnecting pressures

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