A New Anagram

I know you’re as lonely as me.
I know how badly you crave affection.

(Almost as much as you detest it)
I feel a soft tone
Drift into a soft tone
Drift into infinity.
You speak only in alien languages
That only the two of us understand
“I love you”
Becomes a repetitively sad attempt at solace and sonnets.
Another “hello” from thee underground.
God may still grant us time
As you unravel in secret anagrams.

Calling your name from below the ice.

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