As Love

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You and me

Have been together

For many years

But what we have

I would not classify as love

We have mutual respect

But few things in common

Some days are eerily quiet

When words are hard to find

And physically distant

Is a kind way to say

Where we are at

No romance

No lust

Very little communication

I would not classify this as love

We have become roommates


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – classify

Distance

He held my hand and gave me hope

Then he showed his true colors

Little by little his cynical side began to show

He distrusted everyone, including me

He began to think I had other things in mind

And he put a lot of space between us

I greatly missed the friend I had

And asked him why so distant

His answer was more distance

And I became all alone again

**

One day he stopped to see me

And gave me what he’d borrowed

I felt like this was the final goodbye for some reason

He stood there at a distance and softly said goodbye

I fought back tears and desperately wanted a hug

But he turned around and walked out the door.

And I never saw that cynical man again.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cynical

Beyond Distant

The look in her eyes is far away

It is a look beyond distant.

She is lost in her own prison –

Her body shutting down

And her mind turning against her.

She sees a stranger in the mirror

And can’t remember family and friends

Habits she had for years

Are impossible tasks to complete.

She can’t be alone;

She needs supervision

For her own safety.

One night she slips away

To walk in the cold;

Looking for something

Or maybe someone

Only to find that

her blood cools,

her heart slows

…and she is finally free.