I keep two skies inside my chest

one stays close

one never rests

One speaks softly, made of ground

one is silence, never found

The near one walks my every day

still lets my colors fade to gray

stands beside me, warm and near

yet somehow never really here

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And I don’t know what pulls me more

the open window

or the door

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I’m split between

the near and far

between the wound

and who you are

One holds my hand

one holds my soul

I’m standing here

but torn in whole

I’m split between

the dark and light

the one who stays

the one who might

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The distant voice — a breath of air

finds every crack and settles there

pulls me gently out of night

like gravity made out of light

I never named what this could be

a quiet split inside of me

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No map for hearts that walk two ways

no rule for what a silence says

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I’m split between

the near and far

between the wound

and who you are

One holds my hand

one holds my soul

I’m standing here

but torn in whole

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Not a choice

not a lie

just two skies

in one sky

I’m split between

I’m split between

the near

the far

the dark

the star