The loneliness of the long distance writer
you lose track of the time
do you want some of mine
you live to be read yet
so shy with a pen
these dreams are safer
until they’re nightmares
you put them on paper
to share with your friends
does it matter how it happened
what isn’t traumatic
somehow if we read it
it hurts a bit less
several more lines to go
then you’ll feel less alone
the irony’s there; deeper you go
more like me it is