I see these hands
That are not - cannot be - mine reaching
Reaching toward
You
Ever distant - quite
Impossible to touch
Separation is suffocation
Isolate - desolate in desperation
Far away now I am walking with these hands that are not mine
And now never will I find
You
Again
The sky is crashing down so there is
Nowhere to go and you
Must be here somewhere
But here and there are different
Places in different times
We are apart
-- 6/20/06
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
1 comment:
Lovely poem. Next you are going to write a happy one- right? ;-)
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