5.25.12 (hope less)

distance
is something
that has become
far too regular
in my life
of love.
you were one
of few,
but you were one
i never knew.
you gave me hope,
and that's a laugh,
you were so close,
yet never present.
i wanted
something to come
of the many nights
we spent,
but alas,
it is now,
and nothing remains.

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