Detached

Plenty of time to think,
too much to drink,
alone with my thoughts,
dreams fade, reality sinks
deeper into my gut.

Guess I always knew
you would do what
you do to those who
dare love you.

With care I put your
memory over there,
far removed from me,
and out of reach for
those who dare go
where love grows, but
remains detached from me.

(8-29-2010)

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