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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