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By prezioso Date: 2002 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.25.22.35.31795]] |
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You, 7/25/02 We once talked in touch. In a language that expressed an endless feeling in a simple look or gesture. Now, apart from you, my words are mangled by the separation. My worry; at an all time high. My jealousy rises as you grow new relationships, new friendships. I try to tell you but the words are foreign. The feelings are inconsolable. The meaning and origin of my words become lost. And you ignore this. A pain on your so-called significant other. I find myself speaking in fragmented sentences; filtering out the sadness and hurt. Half-truth without your hand in mine. I can only deliver incomplete sentences. Incomplete sentences lead to incomplete love. My resort is always the last. The only phrase, the only sentence that stands complete between us. I love you. I love you so very much. And not time nor distance can distort that. Me |