distance call

the thorn on the pillow says it all
you couldn't stay the night,
so we'll talk in a few days, maybe
when you're feeling alright.
there are three words I would love to hear
but I know they won't be said
you always said home is the place
where you rest your head.
so now I get to thinking
about all that we've been through
comes to mind I can't remember
when the distance swallowed my feel for you.

does anybody ever know the heart's name?
does anyone feel at home, when they're far away
    I can close my eyes to remember your smile
        but it's never the same
I know, by now, you're too far away.

it's a hollow place to think of all
I wanted to say to you
but we build the walls until the distance
is something our voices can't undo
I just wish you could still hear me
when I'm words turn blue

does anybody ever know the heart's name?
does anyone feel at home, when they're far away
     I can close my eyes to remember your smile
        but it's just not the same
I know, by now, you're too far away.

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©Denise Angela Celeste, 1997.