room with a view
sometimes when I travel
alone I feel
nearer to
you.
it puts
me out of
joint and makes me
wish that I
would say
more
when we’re
sharing the same
space. it’s too easy
to drift apart
when we’re
close.
Category: rwp | Tags: 26:30, rwp 2 comments »
April 27th, 2010 at 12:40 am
I like this poem a lot. It captures the fact that we sometimes need our space and distance from those we love…in order to reconnect or reestablish whatever it is that keeps us close. Well done!
April 27th, 2010 at 3:06 am
Oooh, this poem is like Burger King french fries. Yum.
Robin put it a bit more eloquently than I did. :-)