Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Open Book

there's no denying the very distance that keeps us apart.
time for me has slowed now to a vanishing point.
day and night, thoughts of you torment my heart.
all's static.
like the watchful eyes of a neighbor,
a violating presence which i can't escape.

I breathe in all of what we have - and exhale a tarnished hope.
doubts continue to grow with the lack of your
there are no short cuts.

only what we can be,
right now.

or maybe I should learn to
bite my tongue

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