Between two towns.
Between two lives.
I tear myself from one
And find solace in the other.
The tear is slow
Painful
Reminding me what I want
And what I cannot have.
I am luckier than most.
Two homes
Who love me equally.
I resent having to give up one life for another.
If you told me I had to choose
I don't think you'd like the answer.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
