A Draw

sometimes it is so close,

you can almost reach out and touch it,

as you feel it’s familiar scent floating on the breeze,

closing your eyes and tasting it in the air,

passing through your lungs;

just one long lonely cry away;

but then other times,

it is so very far,

you’re not even sure

it was ever there

at all;

today I felt her sadness,

it touched me deep inside,

and there was little I could do

to make it go away,

there’s just no room left,

the space that was once here,

has all been filled by another,

but still there are the memories,

sweet precious moments,

when we came close;

I shape shifted for her,

she likes it when I do that,

because then she can be who she really is,

without guilt or shame,

without expectations or explanations,

it made the pain just a little less,

but it made the gap just a little greater,

so all in all;

I’d say it was draw.

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