Wednesday, 21 March 2012

I'm sorry...


The twelve inches between us feel like a desert,
Dead and barren.
You’re upset but I can’t help you,
Not anymore.
My hand hangs limp by my side, but I long to cup your cheek, put your forehead to mine.
I want to cry with you, kiss away your tears; I just want to feel you close to me again.
I see out of the corner of my eye you clench your fist before releasing,
Maybe you can feel it too.
I force myself to look you in the eye.
Darkness, lust, pain, anger.  
I’m sorry for your loss
He nods quickly and I feel my feet carry me into the cold winter breeze,
Away, away from you. 

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