Always the hours
Always distancein spite of nearness,
always a silent battle
and unasked questions.
Love kept us in chains,
but never
strong enough.
Still I belive
that I could never be as happy
with anyone
as I were with you.
I made it through the hours,
but the days were long
and than they turned
to weeks
that again
turnes to months
and years.
Still I made it through the hours,
always the hours
between us.
But even the sand
in an hour glass
meets an end.
Poetry by Bowjonozz
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Written on 2005-09-13 at 21:31
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