Thursday, December 15, 2011

This Moment

Hands so close to the complacent
Hands so close to my heart
You reach for the indifferent
You reach for my life
With every touch I yearn
You hear me nothing
You hear me none
You’ve touched me in pinched strain
You’ve taken everything
I beg for nothing more than you
Nothing more than real
I can’t hear what you don’t allow me to feel
Irreverent quiet
Silence growing in my soul
Nothing more than you
Nothing more than me
How can we be
When everything between you and me
Has forever between?

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