adventures in dysthymia

Friday, January 04, 2008

DISTANCE

There were days I knew I loved you
and long nights I feared I didn't.
There were burdens I chose to carry,
jealous lovers who spared no room

in my heart. Distance is distance;
it can not, could not, be made less
by all the aches of our longing.
What is love without the promise

of forever? Who am I
to demand such permanence?
There were days I should have loved you
and not cared for tomorrow.

Stephen Brooke ©2008

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