So very far ahead

Stumbling forward,
hands outstretched,
blood dripping
from ragged fingertips.

She reaches for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that he is ahead.

So very far ahead.

Stumbling forward,
eyes unseeing,
blinded by
both rage and loss.

She looks for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that he is ahead.

So very far ahead.

Stumbling forward,
mouth silenced,
tongue cold
and numb.

She cries out for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that is ahead.

So very far ahead.

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