Author Information
The Dividing Distance
Folder:
Triumvirate We both smell of sex
even though we've slept on separate sheets
for several dozen sunsets
We both watch the wicked waves
wash our wishes away
just off the coast of different oceans
We both run in frantic figure eights
flopping like fish out of water
gasping
for our last breaths
just to come full circle with only silent shadows by our sides
We both taste the truth
tiptoeing off the tips of our tongues
yet it seems as if only lies are able to somehow spill out
We both hear the lone wolf's contagious cry
in the distance off the pinnacle of a peak….
I just can’t tell if it's from the Rocky or Appalachian Mountains
We both touch the train tracks
that separate our souls as we walk on a tragic tightrope…
but I know
she'll never
meet me
halfway
