Zena Blank


Distance


Its funny
Distance
Thousands of kilometers
Simply measurement
Based on fact and system
But its so much more then that
It draws out unseen affections
For those who you may have deemed insignificant
For those who could know just what buttons to push
For those who held on to the hug for just a bit too long
Who you deemed a daily annoyance
Distance;
Creeps into your veins
Draws out how you really enjoyed those too long hugs
Those little things and anger you
But it takes thousands of kilometers
For you to realize those true regards
By that time
You’ve lost that person.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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