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Dear Love,
by Quinlan L GibsonThis is tiring,
leading two lives,
living in two spaces
when one would mesh so perfectly
with the other.
It gets old,
waking up at night;
am I home or here?
Is home here or there?
It's cruel,
this love's addiction.
I crave you upon sight.
My hands seek out contact
and i ripple upon yours.
Providing in one life.
Partnering in the other.
My lover, I need this.
I need this to be whole.
This love becomes painful,
withdrawl of the heart.
Two worlds apart
yet just across town.
It is slowly wearing me thin.
I cannot continue to be in,
two separate worlds,
and love them both
much longer...
08/10/2003 Author's Note: still no sign...
Posted on 08/11/2003
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 08/11/03 at 12:50 AM Nice expression of what is on your mind and in your heart. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/11/03 at 01:50 PM Whoo! The passion in this is wrenching... and I don't have to guess what it is about. You've described it well. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/11/03 at 02:15 PM oh how awful. Maras right, youve described this very well. *throws a clue at Quins lucky guy, "Wake up man!" |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/03 at 06:05 PM Sure can relate to this one. Nicely covers the conflict. I've found though taking turns equally being at one another's reduces the stress of the predicament. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 09/07/03 at 09:24 PM I'll say a prayer for you. You know what they say about absence... |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 12/03/12 at 06:02 PM Yes...yes...YES!
I have been there. |
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