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Post by Laura Stone on May 19, 2008 20:15:56 GMT -5
Nine Hundred Miles
I think of you there in your apartment, with your books and your plants, and Lola, your cat that seems interested enough to paw at your leg before slinking into a corner.
It is cold. It is grey. It’s a spring day in May in Pennsylvania; I am missing you.
The nine-hundred miles stretched between us isn’t forever, but you’ve not been well and I’m not there when you wake in the night with sweats; when your body aches and you want to sleep for days; when you call me to say, I don’t know, I just don’t feel right; I should be there with you.
It’s been months now; you said you’d keep an eye on things, would go back to the doctor soon if you didn't get to feeling better, but the soon comes and goes, comes and goes with little change.
I convinced you enough was enough and when the phone rang a few days ago, I didn’t want to hear it.
Nothing else matters: not the sun, not the grey, not laughter or trees;
only life, and you; in hours, in minutes, in seconds; your touch, your warmth, right now.
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Post by mfwilkie on May 23, 2008 19:26:23 GMT -5
Laura,
You might think about moving this up and using it as your opening.
It is cold. It is grey,
It’s a spring day in a May day in Pennsylvania, and I am missing you.
or even this line (dropping the 'The"):
Nine-hundred miles stretched between us isn’t forever,
Maggie
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on May 24, 2008 12:08:47 GMT -5
I think Maggie is on to something. This is so painfully honest. With a bit of paring this could be even more emotional.
Sherry
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Post by Laura Stone on Jun 3, 2008 8:25:57 GMT -5
Thank you both. I have had so little time to revisit anything and will take a look again at this when I take to breathing again!!! I appreciate the look!
Laura
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Post by antman on Jun 5, 2008 7:33:24 GMT -5
I like the sincere tone this presents and also agree with Maggie on the change for that line. Nothing to add or take away from my perspective, and hope for whom this is written, they'll get well from what pains them.
peace, anthony
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Post by LynnDoiron on Jun 5, 2008 9:52:08 GMT -5
I do like the impact that omitting spring day leaves to that line, the energy there just doubles somehow:
It is cold. It is grey. It’s a May day in Pennsylvania and I am missing you
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