Distance

You hope for a story of lovers separated,

Miles placing barriers around their hearts;

A tale of determination and romance,

A reason to believe in never giving up on true love.

Hope can lead to deliverance;

Yet here, disappointment will prevail.

There will be no distance between lovers,

Only a gaping hole between mind and heart.

Fooled by a name given for something indescribable,

You received a recital of distance of another kind.

One that is terrifying to speak of;

And this is why I write.

She lied upon the fabric that once cradled her delicate being;

Regrettably no longer a place of comfort.

Uneasy from clawing at the memories;

Crawling, ferociously, out of her skin.

Experience has placed her upon a bed of thorns,

Invisible chains adorn her wrists.

With thoughts of disappearing to a place,

Where the pink peonies await.