Crux

by bluepervina - © 2010

I have no way to tell you.
You have no way to know.
That's the crux of it, darling.
We're a breeze that won't blow.

We've got miles, years, and memories.
They stand before us, stand between.
It's impossible to ignore them.
Too much wreckage to be seen.

I'm hung up and strung out.
We're both dying each day.
I won't ask if you'll love me.
You won't come over to play.

It's the distance and the diction.
We call out but can't hear.
You speak your way, I in mine.
The words never come near.

We're each trapped in a cage.
Such strange prisons we've made.
We're surrounded and alone.
I, at least, am afraid.

I have no way to know you.
You have no way to tell.
That's the crux of it, angel.
This is living in hell.

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