Distance
Like the sun and moon
endlessly chasing after one another
giving warmth, one moment
a piercing bone chilling cold in the next
i chase after you still
my voice reaches out,
but I am not heard
my palm stretched out,
but not taken
i impatiently wait,
for a call,
for a text,
a hello and goodbye
a good morning and goodnight
i impatiently wait,
for something that I know,
will never come again
where once we were so close
but now...
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