By kevin urenda
Date: 14 April 1999

Fire

Sometimes even when I
am sitting right next to you
I feel a million miles away.
My heart feels so heavy I’ll never
be able to lift it off the floor.
The distance in the heart 
is measured in the 
miles of hurts we are willing
to walk through in order
to get to the ‘real’ us.
Only then to pause
and walk through the fire
again and yet again.

3/26/99