IN THE WAY
What are these circumstances
holding us apart?
Surely nothing more
than constructs of a deranged society.
What holds us?
Money?
Age?
Distance?
Is it really so much to ask
to hold your hand?
When I want nothing
but your time,
what am I to tell myself
if my principles do not stand up
to this circumstance?
Is it too much to ask
to share a glance?
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