Torn

 

Why is it

that I must be torn

between the things I need

and the things I love?

 

Each passing day

it gets harder

the closer I draw to you

the more real our distance

becomes

 

Maybe this is a test of some kind

Maybe this is an omen of things to come

 

Whatever it is

I feel that

This distancewith either

tear us apart

or

fuse us together

 

-Jason Olson, 11/3/97

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