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.
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