I hope I cross your mind
while you're floating in the Dead Sea.
Buoyant and stable on waters
just as salty and bitter as your memories of me.
A million miles away,
I'm sitting in the rain.
Talking to black skies,
the only thing that's still wrapped around me and you.
Words whispered into the night,
asking for another try,
you're half way around the world
in the heartland of prayer.
Can you hear mine tonight?
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