Sunday, 7 August 2011

DISTANCE

In the vacuum of light
My soul calls out to you.
I can hear yours calling back.
But I can’t reach you,
Can’t grasp anything except your emptiness
It slips through my fingers.

All I want to do is touch your skin.
Traces of you on my pillow,
On my skin,
Even that is fading.

Hearing your silence,
Feeling our vacancy,
Touching your distance from me.
All I want to do is hold you
You’re much too far away.
There’s too much space between us. 

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