smokerings

[ distance ]

as i fell asleep last night
i've already replied to your words, with mine
i ever ignored your restlessness:
these miles have gone on, and on.

i wonder, myself, what it was i went through
what very little about your story i knew
we need, in love, to practice
(only words):
these miles have gone on, and on.

love us like this, or don't
i've nothing to apologize for, perhaps you won't
there is a red origami crane on my bedside table
and your voice lingers.

perhaps its safer in madness, i fear
this time, when you fold your things
another year:
this time, i miss you
and i wish i knew why.
or where it ends.
these miles have gone on, and on.