Not close enough A rusty dangling sign points somewhere; he comes to me, painted and pained; my arms don’t reach, but my mind is so open… the yawning chasm means I probably didn’t love him well; much falls with a cracked hinge. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
