Stories tagged “distance”
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Quiet Noise, Uncomfortable Unsilence
I used to try convincing him to stay, throwing out signs for friend, swing, play, dirt, and whatever else I thought might or should interest a nine year old. It’s no use though. There’s really no talking to him when he gets like this. The c...
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Man In The Kitchen (Part I)
Jumping out of bed, running down the stairs, he followed the scent emanating from the coffee maker. He loved the smell, hated the taste, but he knew it meant she was finally home from her trip. Running to the kitchen, excited at the prospect of seeing ...
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Man In The Kitchen (Part II)
The morning stretched on, the coffee maker shutting off, coffee darkening… thickening. He finished his puzzle; assumed she ran to drop off dry cleaning or do something else before he woke up. He showered with the door open, inviting her back into the...
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Man In The Kitchen (Part III)
Before pulling away, she sat in her car and looked across the street to the private dock. She saw him: shirt off, glistening with the sweat of loved hard work, jeans wet at the bottom where his feet hung into the water. He was waxing his sailboat. Agai...
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Man In The Kitchen (Part IV)
The young man studied the woman he knew would someday be his wife. They hadn’t been dating terribly long, but something had told him from the first time he saw her at the library that she was the one. And he’d never believed in that crap. After the...
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Man In The Kitchen (Part V)
He woke up to sunlight and the smell of coffee, a smell he loved, wafting up the stairs. Realizing his wife was home he ran toward the stairs – he mustn’t have heard her arrive home after an all night flight. She’d been gone for so long. Too long...
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The Search
I’m looking for you But you can’t find me I want to be with you You don’t know who I am That fleeting shadow That breeze in your window That voice you hear when no one is around Those eyes that watch you Those arms that hold you And n...
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I Am A Mail Giver
The guy that ate his feelings kept a hidden stash of Fun-Yuns in the bottom right drawer of his desk. The woman who was too peppy for her own good had a picture of herself in high school as a cheerleader to remind herself that at one point her life was...
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Loving from a Distance
I look into his deep blue eyes and I see compassion. I run my fingers through his curly red hair and feel intimacy. I press my lips to his soft cheek and melt. I wrap my arms around him and feel comfort. I look at his smile and see all the good things ...
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Three Simple Words
Sometimes I just sit here and wonder… How often do you think about me? How much do you love me? Are you even the same person you were when we embarked on this journey? Why are you so distant? Why can’t you be more understanding? Have you ev...
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1 Cerulean Hill Road
Looking up from the bottom of Cerulean Hill, one might have mistaken it for a nice place. The pale blue paint seemed innocent enough. The clean, white picket fence surrounded the yard with the promise of keeping bad guys out. In reality, it was too lat...
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Moments like these are worth the pain
I’m sitting in the passenger seat of my mom’s blue Honda Cr-V at the end of a three hour car ride. We pull up to the stoplight across the street from his house. It’s red, of course. My heart is pumping furiously as my hands begin to s...
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Three in the Morning
It’s three in the morning. Yeah that’s when I think the most And yeah you have become my muse. All I want is you next to me. On the other side of the world, It’s way too far for you to be. You tell me good night And I tell you good m...
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Removed
Beat your own path wherever But stay away from me Leave me alone – leave forever Just stay away from me I wish I could forget you Though I’m bound beyond my choice I never want to see you Or even again hear your voice If you had ever ...
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Tumbling Along
Exultant yet exhausted I folded about myself in ragged attempts to catch my breath. Cold wind whipping through the open door seemed to rob the air of help and doubled my pain. Barreling into a starless night the train roared over anything more than sho...
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Her side of the story
Deep down her boyfriend caught on. She said “I love you” feeling it, but no longer knew what love was. She thought about it like a persistent voice over and over in her head. As it ate at her day in, day out, she just knew she did not feel ...
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His side of the story
After passing without noticing him every day for weeks he caught on. Though he had all the signs of being in love, her heart so black, didn’t even see it. In time they walked home together nearly everyday, as two inseparable kids, unknowingly to ...
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I Hate Love Poems
It’s dark. Illuminated by only the moon. Your eyes lock with mine. That look I’ve never seen before. Growing closer, closer, until we meet. There’s a feeling of love on the tip of my tongue.