The Reasons

A letter, a word, a sentence
I read.
There's something specific you imply that
I need.

The voices, the music, the humming
You hear.
A time zone, a preference, a necessity
You fear.

Our life lines, our stories, our hearts
We share.
Our wishes, our dreams, our hopes
We care.

A feeling, a look, a sound
They know.
A smile, a laugh, a cry
They show.

The lightness, the darkness, the blurry grey
We see.
The reason we live, we spend our days here:
To be.

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