By Kiwi
Date: 18 July 2000
distance
when the distance pushes sharp
against the memory
the mind desperately trying to grasp
the little things
that so easily slip away
the only thing left to rely on
is the heart
when heated nights
and soft, breathy kisses begin to fade
when a voice is no longer attatched to gentle lips
and the simple reality of touch
has disapeared
love is all we have left
and we grow weak
in anticipation
and we become weary and sad
reaching out an empty hand
and touching nothing but infinite space
all the while finding
that it is love that feeds us
that guides us
and it is love
that will burn a light through the distance
and bring you close to me again.
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