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How much we look forward
To talking to each other
How hard we try to find
A few precious moments together
Over the space between us
So many words to fill the void
So little time to have them heard
We falter, lose our way
Thinking we’re missing so much
And the words slip from our minds
Into the recesses of our hearts
And our souls do all the talking
We still feel… still know
What would have been spoken
Had the voices not been silenced
By the lack of expression
In the clumsy silence
We share breathing, heartbeats
Unspoken passion and grief
Overwhelming emotion
The desire to say
What needs to be said
Listened to by the other
The message is loud and clear
Conveyed through a bond
Which time and distance
Can not break or imprison
And we miss nothing
Except each other in the flesh...
-L.C., 2002, revised 2008 (Sometimes, the pain of being apart is too overwhelming... I love you, angel)
