Lark&Sky

I think more and more away from you each day. I have put my heart far from yours, and have slowly trickled every thought and every dream and every pain down through the darkest places, all very hidden away from you. I have tucked my fears in secret pockets, put them far from you. I have locked you out. And outside, you wait. One day you will, for the last time, try to get in. The door will not open, I'm far from you. So far. And you will for the last time, try. Then you will turn and walk away. And my thoughts and my fears and my love and all that I consist of will not go with you. As you go, you become far from me -- so far-- and I far from you. Eternally.