If she could
She would do something, anything.
She does:
She drowns herself in poetry, sex and distraction,
Submerges herself in activities and people,
Trying to collect enough friends to dull
The emptiness you leave in her heart.
Whenever she senses she can’t
Bridge the distance between you and she,
She adds a project, a new hobby
To span the time
To cross over the current of desire.
Ariel
September 2004
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