There’s a vast emptiness inside me

Inside my heart

That I have tried to fill

With other people and things and more things

But this solitude

This quiet home

This airport runway at dusk

These empty parking lots at night

These walks along dusty quiet roads

These are places where I go

To exist

I need a place that minds can’t reach

Again you reach into my solitude

Without knowing what you seek

The best gift I can give you friend

Is distance

Don’t you realize?

We’ve never been close

Brothers, lovers, fathers, men

You never really knew me

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