Separate in reality
The matter is with you
You still feel it on your
skin
You feel it under your
Skin
It shows
The weight of thoughts
The energy they store
Can memories live forever
In the space between us?
Does space dillute?
Do the memories re-ignite?
when the space contracts?
Time and space will tell
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