Worn Out

Remoteness

Works| 6 pieces from the short story, Remoteness. Written| November 2013

i. Remoteness ;

located far away,

distant in space,

that is what

we are,

he is over

there and

I am over

here,

separated

by many

states,

7 to be exact,

2,159.4 miles

away.

Sure,

we phone,

text and skype

one another

but it is not

the same.

There are voices--

monsters who

live among

us inside our

head,

telling us

to lay in our beds

and let them take

over.

We are slowly

losing who

we are,

but together

we are

holding on.

It just gets hard,

because he is

over there

and I am over here,

it is hard because

though we

are emotionally

there ,

physically we are not.

I cannot

hug him

through a phone

nor wipe his

tears on camera.

He cannot

hold me

while I cry

nor wipe my tears either.

We tell

each other,

that it will be okay

and things will

get better,

but will they really?

We are falling

apart each day,

but staying strong

for each other.

How long will

we be fighting

our never ending

battles ?

There is only