“The distant soul can shake the distant friend’s soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.” ― John Masefield

Stares into the fires of what used to be
Longing for a shore on this endless sea
Then and still she rejects me
Glares into the mirror of what is to see
Glancing back just the bare image of me
Then and still she blames me
Pairs thrown into storms of life do believe
Splitting again to separate entities
Then and still she’s a part of me
First published in Opinions Of Eye