Posted in Prose, Relationships

At Arm’s Length

I’ve told you

to stop, before I lose control

That is why, I need to keep you

at arm’s length,


I’ve measured the distance

calculated the cost

added the proper amount of desire, and

longing, and subtracted the need

to be with you


Sorry, but the numbers just

don’t add up, I’ve failed to keep

us apart, due to

my bad way with numbers….


Just one of my failings,

I guess…





Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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