Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
When you reach for me, all I feel is distance.
The distance from A. to B.
The latitude of longing.
The loose strands.
When you reach for me all I feel is stranded.
Stranded on an island in your head.
Ashley Kinnick
Written by
Ashley Kinnick
Please log in to view and add comments on poems