Jonathan Horwitz - Longing

I have this Longing, he said,
Since I was a child.

She said, For me
the Longing
Is for myself.

He asked, Why
are we most afraid
of Loving those
we Love the most?

Their lips, soft, warm,
Kissed three times slowly.

They parted at the station.

Jonathan Horwitz

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