“The Distance Kills”
by Angela K. Lacey
Once there was a love that filled
every gap inside my soul,
every tangled quadrant of my injured heart
was reset, or made aright.
Love fortified itself upon a plan:
that one day, you would take my hand
that one day, you would be my man
we kept ourselves to just this band.
But yours is such an incessant need,
to satisfy your constant greed.
One must be local, with time to feed
and quench your thirst for what you thirst for.
I was far, and far too thick,
like a dog, you wanted a stick.
Always before, you looked in wrong places,
Perhaps this time, you’ve made some changes?