The Distance You have made up your mind to keep me at the farthest distance from you long time ago; You will never feel my hands; Nor, kiss me on the lips; This makes me think; You decided to move to the farthest distance from me, after separation; I couldn’t get to see our daughter as often as I like; Couldn’t bear the cost of commutation; This makes me think again; You are closing our file at a distinct distance as you re-married; You wouldn’t pick up my phone call, as you are not curious of what I need you for; You used to say we should maintain a very “simple” relationship; I said, “Isn’t it already very “simple” ?” It is as simple as friendship, not even friendship; I have been thinking, couldn’t stop, even now. I made up my mind to close our file as you said I should not be unhappy about the distance between us; You wouldn’t know the wound you impart on me; You wouldn’t admit the pain you caused inside me; You would rather not knowing me to begin with; I begin to think again. As the distance between us ages, I begin to think again; You must have held her hands; You must have kissed her; You would not tell her you a “simple” relationship is good enough; These are all my thinking; I need to left behind the distance between us, although the distance remains; I read: How you ever live before him, live the same way as before; I was told: He is the father of the child, but not your husband; I have to accept: He couldn’t love to begin with, there shall be no alternatives other than this; I was told: A relationship where love does not exist, shall not exist; I take time to think again;
