Ruthless Lover

The distance now tangible;
cold bus reality reminds me
hallways crossed in silence
forever volume speaks;

Her fleeting presence twice
the weight of what I’ve done;
and yet one word from my
unscratchable diamond
and to her, breathless,
I would run.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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