my Love speaks in riddles
deciphering his mind
makes my own throb
with love and confusion and pain
all in the same breath

the days seem too long
yet i want more of them
the nights seem too short
yet i pray for them to pass quickly
to get to my fortnight

telephone discussions cloud our hearts
disrupt our overbearing sadness
distort perceptions already tainted by time

so when we two meet
eyes averted
fingers fiddling
attempting conversation
to unknowing avail

we feel lost
as if in a dream
as if strangers, married in this abyss called love

i miss you...

02/22/2003

Author's Note: sometimes... if you are apart too much, the sadness and frustration can become quite confusing and unbearable...

Posted on 03/14/2003
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