Too Much

Do you know how much I've missed you?
Indescribable, the torture of a year.
To drift through days within a haze of
never-ending tears. Yet more than tears,
this part of me that simply won't
acknowledge that you're really gone
for good.

And still, I feel your pain. As broken
as this heart can be, yet always there
is more. I see you shining on a distant
shore, as if you waited there, eternally,
for me. Yet still I cannot see a way
to reach you standing there, without a
flare of pain so huge,
it takes my breath away.

To feel, to see, yet never anymore the bliss
of touch. Beloved, you have asked
too much of me...

? Michaelette ?

3/17/2002
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