The Sacred Way Of Longing

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I see you.
Even miles away, potentially worlds
I understand the pain.
You have the things you need
You have people in your life
But there was always something missing.
Yet even when you see it, just in arms width
You push away from your very lifeline.
But when it’s out of reach again.
You’ll beg
And you’ll pray
And beg again to the heavens above for it to return.
Next time you should find a hook so it won’t get away.
But thats impossible for a person such as you.
Is it not?