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Distance

I used to hide
but my eyes would light up
when you said
you were 'going away'
I used to sigh
away the smile inside
when you'd say
'I'm going away...'

Lock our lips
then we'd part
you'd grow small, into the distance
such beloved distance

I used to go wild
when the time came around
for spacious relaxation
I'd go blind
when you went away
I took off my shirt
wrote some new rules
on all of the toilet walls
when you were away

Filling all of the holes
with my freedom
my deciept
my complete, my utter
lack of respect
for you
Oh, When you were away

I'd be as thirsty as a mountain
as unfeeling as a carcass
I'd be roadkill
If it pleased me to be
when you were away

And always
you came back
when you came back
I'd be so prepared
slip back into my cave
when you came back
we'd lock our lips
I'd grow small again
now there was no distance
no beloved distance

How I wronged you
Oh, how I wronged everyone
but most of all
Oh! I have wronged you

Don't think there isn't
one single day
I don't regret
one single day
where I don't turn away
and wipe my eyes
one single day
as you kiss me
that I don't wish to die
for what I did
while you were away...

(2006)

◄ British Summer Time

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Francine

Fri 14th May 2010 21:31

I love this Thomas.
I see the 'wish to die' as the regret and guilt. Those emotions are so destructive if you let them take hold of you... Accept that you will make mistakes. Things happen for a reason...
Live, learn, and move on : )

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 14th May 2010 19:43

Thomas, this is very emotional, brutally self-honest.I do not presume it is the writer personally. Such deceit as this seems to be is a killer if it bothers the deceit-er (so to speak); and nothing to bother about if it doesn't. 'I used to sigh away the smile inside' is really good. Perhaps the 'roadkill' stanza is just overkill. I can't think what it adds to your whole idea except unnecessary hyperbole. Other than the pangs of conscience about feeling free, I don't 'follow' what has occasioned the 'wish to die', the tragic tone. So, for me, I lose a sense of balance.

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