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The Gulf

This silence is a gulf between me and thee.
A bridgeless chasm, littered with the remains of words flung to their death, meaninglessly.
Oh that I could use my words like wings and fly to your side.
But my words are not wings, but stones instead.
With each thrown word I bruise you more deeply,
until you can endure it no longer,
and turn your eyes in a new direction.