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When I see you from a distance
my senses start to walk,
as you come closer,
they jog.
By the time you are
near enough
for me to worship you in person
my senses have run away
and made a serious bid for freedom.

It's a forest scene
and during my escape
I snap a branch
to match each of your broken promises.
When I fall on bumpy earth
I lie there damp and helpless
reliving the punishment
of a love too great
for you to accept
and too deep for you to understand.

The next time I see you from a distance
I shall walk away calmly
taking all my senses with me.

SC

There are many atmospheric phrases I like in the poem, especially the title.

Cheers


Ben

This poem makes me feel very sad

thanks, Ben. and don't be sad H,
xoxoxoxo (to be divided as appropriate between the 2 of you, i.e. 0% to Ben and the rest to H)