DistantA Poem by Tenten
She is distant – asleep? – has the pain set her free – or ordered her chains? - to still away breathing memory -of a time, short – when touch did not mean tears - and cemetery gates – where a place of rarely expressed truth. - the connection made in the past – felt sparking beneath today’s - happy façade – I feel her beat – a stain stronger than ink – I feel her – does she feel me - that girl I feel in love to.
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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