| The Miles | ||||||
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| Sometimes I wonder If I can feel your pain From across the miles... The horrible miles that separate us... Can you feel mine? It screams from inside of me So loud some times I think I'll go deaf I sat on the porch yesterday Where we used to sit together ...We had the best conversations in our silence I'm going to miss those moments The silence now It's murder across the miles Believe me when I tell you this pain is not for the weak I jump every time the door bell rings Fear and anticipation jump into my throat Will you be standing there...smiling? Or will it be a note...that letter The one where they gently offer their condolences Tell me how brave you were And try to catch me when I plunge into my despair The one where they tell me I'll be all right That I should go to my mother's house for a week or two To "find myself" (As if a week or two could compensate for losing you) They'll leave just as quickly as they came And just like that everything will change... I'll probably sit on the porch again tonight Wishing you were there While the silence grows louder And the miles stretch further Where the days fade into nights And nights to days And I sit alone and feel the pain From across the endless miles |
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