The Distance

Space and time are said to be synonymous. In between time and space we cohabited like wanderers lost in the fury of urban concrete underneath a bridge.

I’ve burned many bridges in my past because there was nothing I wanted on the other end.

The end is the enemy I conquer everyday. But you make it easy. How would I ever choose to end what we have? You are the sincerity I wish I had, the warmth I’ve lost, the beauty I can’t ignore, the brilliance that exposes my pride.

Pride can set a deeper distance from us greater than any physical proximity ever could.

Could is not what you want to hear. It’s an anemic hope set to a dull melody. You don’t want to be lost in my words.

So instead of these words I’ll remain silent as I lay next to you.

2 thoughts on “The Distance

  1. Thanks Ashley. It’s definitely a poem that captures a specific moment. There is no way I can re-create the tone of it again because it is so raw. I’m glad you liked it.

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