A Harrowing Brew of Distance and Lack of Communication


You are simply beyond my reach
A treasure I can no longer keep 
For holding on to something at such a distance 
Meets with such strong resistance

And how do I know if she wants to keep me
When keeping in touch is all but free
At the cost of a minute for a minute 
And an hour for an hour;
An expense outstretching her physical and emotional reservoir

The tide has pulled me overboard; my remaining time leased 
Muscles beginning to fail, the struggle to hold on has nearly ceased

My feelings for you are all but dead
But do I even cross your mind once, as you lie in bed?


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