suffer my desire

I sit and listen to you breathing
  through the phone..
it burns my heart with desire -
  desire to be with you..
  desire to show I care..
and I'm encaged...

what should I say?
  for I know everything is pale.
what can I do?
  for I am trapped by distance.

so instead of speech I hear the words
  to "our" song play in my head...
I float on clouds of joy
  just being with you...

- Jon Johnston


© Copyright 1998 Jonathan E. Johnston


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