Distant hearts do not grow fond of distance,
and the ability to embrace that joy
seems to slip from your arms as if those charms
become like road markers in your distorted side-view
mirrors. Trying to milk human kindness
from the swollen teat of reality gets harder
as days go by and the lactate begins to dry up.
Joy seems so overrated in that moment
of ill-decision. Trying to remove yourself
from the equation does not render a solution,
yet you choose to walk away anyway. Maybe someday
you will get re-acquainted with joy and rejoice,
even if it doesn’t just up and smack you in the head.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik


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