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
posted by Berlinbound at 4:12 AM
1 Comments:
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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