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. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (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 this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related