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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Theoretical Thursday

The enormity of my loss is yet to hit me
Grey skies stretch out, forever, like a Montana sky
The low rumble of thunder 
distant
distant
distinct
anguished
distraught
For what? Who am is missing?
My fantasy 
imagined love
 never reciprocal
There will be no more chances
to make it right
I will make no more excuses 
for your distance
because it is real
now.
This is my chance
to learn from your mistakes
and grasp those I love
stare into their eyes
and melt