promise me you will come again

Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high mountains
and we can't move closer.
Just send me word,
At midnight sometime through the stars.

-Anna Akhmatova

guess the internet sometimes serves as stars.

p.s. i love that you read this. i write it partly because these are all things i have been wanting to share with you.

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macaroni.