Warped

Warped

Sunday, 29 July 2012

Distance

Distance is everywhere.It sinks into our bones late at night when th stars shine t remind us they are just one more thing we will never grasp with our empty hands. We were quiet, th distance between present and future seemed t stretch endlessly on th road before us.

But then you stood before me and took my face in your hands and whispered th words that close distance like a flame that goes out before its ready. Soon distance will separate us again, it did.

But it will always be your fingers on my jawline and those three words that will bring me back home.

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