By Amanda      Mae4583@aol.com
Date: 25 April 1999

Distance

I hate distance.

I hate the way the word sounds in my throat,
the way my chest pains when it crosses my lips.
Why is it this way.
If you only knew what I go through everyday of my 
existence without you.
You say you do, but we both know that our soothing 
excuses and calming words aren't helping us.
My eyes search for a glimpse of what is you, while 
my heart longs for a chance to be within the life that is you.
My words won't do justice to frustration and tears my
false voice is hiding.
Our souls burn apart, our candle is but a flicker, and the
wax melts the hours.
We don't have much time anymore.
I want my life to be yours, and your life mine, 
But right now I'm sitting in an empty room, calmed only by the silence
of the stopping of my thoughts,
and listening to a voice, my heart, 1000 miles away...

I hate distance.