Emotional Separation

She's a frequency- I'm always tuned in. 

The radio has only her station: 

I try, I try to tune it out 

but these waves stretch time and space.

They latch a hold of me. 


I'm warmed by her smile 

though I'm not the recipient. 

My ears are wired to pick up her laugh:

so familiar and beautiful, yet distant. 


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