Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Separated.

An email at work

Separated spreadsheets

Puts into a trance

Separated. Alienated.

One whole but two parts

A thousand miles away

No, millions

No, galaxies.

So far, a heart so gone

Torn, ripped

Confused. Sorely confused.

Running. No, racing stupid.

Beating in panic.

Hurting in guilt.

Far from together.

Far from secure.

Alone.

Dear God.

For your sake, you see?

Chase.

For faithfulness.

Love.