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Jun 2011
Distance.
Eight letters that stretch
the fifty miles
to you
and back.
I'll run.

A hundred texts,
a dozen phone calls,
a cluster of shared laughs,
can never replace
a welcome-home hug.
I'll run.

I dream about that day.
I'll see your smile
a hundred feet in front of me.
Time doesn't slow,
but speeds up until
we embrace.
I'll run.

Distance can eat the heart.
Leave lies in the soul.
Force us apart.
When that day comes...
I'll run.
Tory Dellafiora
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Tory Dellafiora
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