It’s needing 8 fingers interlocked and 4 feet stepping on dry leaves. And after walking 2 miles, we’d come upon 1 promise, such the one the moon has with the tides. But, an emptiness such the distance between them, is what I feel now.. it’s wanting 4 eyes closing as 2 faces close in. Only 1 wish would remain, to never have this come to an end. But the distance between our breaths is my emptiness, and I’m holding mine in.. it’s starving for 2 hearts to feast on 1 love. But there being their beings being antipodal, it’s impossible. It’s me,mpty.. it’s 1 kind of loneliness, my …emptiness…