Long Distance
written by: J. Anne
@jahbythehutt
Nights look like
Netflix binges and
transparent stares,
not quite reading
the closed captions.
Silence is longing;
empty, like sadness
in the 2am vacuum
when only we are left,
awake…
Two-hundred and
thirty six miles away.
Paper won't ever try to speak over you, it patiently awaits its turn to answer. It holds no prejudice, has no standards, and just takes what you throw at it. Words are only as transient or eternal as we would have them be, and that's the beauty of it all... I think, that's why I write.
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