membership of the broken-hearted

the miles that separate us can hardly be blamed for the distance i find in your tone.
your voice creates a painting in my mind, but a blurry one at that.
attempting to focus in on the aim of your heart.
but hostility skews my view and at the end of the night i still find myself in solitude.
accompanied only by my constant flow of tears.
unsure of why they refuse to stop, but not really minding the company.
maybe it’s easier to be lost in someone else than to attempt to find yourself.
and as my time passes me by i am losing grasp on that beautiful thing we claim to possess for one another.
so please do not allow me to be just another increase in the membership of the brokenhearted .

Maggie Paden