"It all hurts so much more when you're gone.
When you're far away like this,
I feel myself reaching for you in my sleep;
arms out,
every finger stretched.
I wake up miles from home.
26 miles into Pittsburg,
43 feet closer to Memphis,
a train ride to Denver,
and none of it
is close enough.
I understand the sea;
the way the moon is a magnet,
always dragging it closer,
and I will stand
against every high tide
just to feel the pull of you
close to my skin."
-Schuyler Peck
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
