Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Far Away
You are far away,
but I hear your footsteps.
They echo through misty rain
and become dust in the sand.
I do not know where you are in life,
what to say to you,
or how to give you what you need.
I don't know how to make the world right for you.
I don't even know if I can.
So I stare at the miles
and get lost in the clouds between us.
But even as I dream about you,
I know that fortune
never grants her gifts twice.
© 2011 Bobette Bryan
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