Saturday, March 16, 2013

Impermeable

How awful it is to realize,
Hearing your voice as you do
The chores, and when your eyes
Meet mine -- to know you are
A stranger, and I cannot possess
You fully, ever, for it is a far
Distance that separates us,
Who are as close as can be,
Fenced and separated by skin
We journey together, intimately,
Yet always separated from within.

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