Hate
I hate to think that you wait for me
right after the cathedral dome,
after buildings and houses, rivers and oceans.
Maybe you hate to think I'm waiting for you,
just beyond oceans and rivers, houses and buildings,
before the cathedral dome.
It's not the distance.
It's not the time ahead.
It is the hate that makes us bad and sad.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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