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The Distance

Writer's picture: Red Writing HoodRed Writing Hood

Separated

by thirty years

Something more

than that separates us now


How young you were

How young I was

How unfair it was


For our worlds to overlap

for no more than sixteen years

I became a part of yours

You became a part of mine


How much we loved

How often we laughed

How painful it was


To realise my chance

was gone and so were you

Looking upon

this form without a soul.


How surreal it felt

How late the tears came

How long they lingered


In my heart

is where I keep you close

No matter the years

No matter the distance



orange and purple orchids on a sunny day

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