A black unbearable distance
lays stretched by specific miles
It creates a vast void of color
Forms a hole from deep inside

Tangible fleeting moments
disappear like seasonal birds
Out weighed in the balance
between touch and the spoken word

Hearing only voices
Vibrations across the line
Photographs in envelopes
documenting passing time

Time stolen faces
Missing knowing eyes
Longing for that comfort
of living without lies

Now gray days, blackened nights
Thoughts that cross a mind
Fill this lone existence
Occupy this desperate time

05/14/2004