Wednesday, December 22, 2010

December 22, 2010

I would call her now

And if not now

Then later

This afternoon when it was still

When the chores were done

And we were drinking coffee

In separate rooms

Towns, States, Countries

We always found the time

But this I cannot bridge

This distance

The great unfathomable

That’s what it means

The loss

It’s the talking

On a winter’s afternoon

About life

That has been cut short

Shorter than it might have been

Than I wish it was

And I miss it

And her

And I always will

Until I am no more


Blogger arandomchild said...

You have put into exactly the right words what I once felt upon a when. I hope that this is merely a finely executed literary exercise and not the result of some recent tragedy in your life.

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