This city glows beneath the night
a glare that offers no direction,
lit by screens that spark brief delight
in distant love and absent connection
This life aches for something to hold,
a tether m: emotional, real, and bold
But it wrestles with a quiet desire
for weightlessness, to float higher
In the amber hush, I sit and dream,
you return, my constant theme
We know the years will march ahead,
we’ll meet, converse, embrace what’s said
that thought, my comfort, softly spread
Yet still, I yearn for consequence:
for dreams, for thoughts, for acts immense.
And I wish the same for you
a life of meaning, raw and true,
with moments no money can pursue
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