Thursday, 1 April 2010

the long way home

There's a lot that stands between us now.
Years and time
Distance and space
God and science


And even though we no longer look the same
I still have your hands

And maybe that will count
One day
When we both need to reach out and hold onto something real.


  1. lovely poem:)
    its reminds me of the Opposite of seamus heaney's poem'follower'- which started off as a union and ended in fracture.
    funny how we always remember the sad ones...

  2. thanks pserean :)
    hmm, i never thought of it that way before, but an interesting contrast hey...

    thanks for reading!

  3. i can honestly say... it was a pleasure:)