A million miles of emptiness,
separate my soul from yours,
and a billion stupid reasons
and more of padlocked doors.

Nothing helps in purgatory,
tomorrows eternal dream.
Love can't bow to reason,
we all must follow the stream.

Both of us Choked on thoughts,
and lost in this wasted void.
Drifting in normality's greyness,
waiting chance to turn the tide.

Hating that we're not together
yet loving all that we've chose.
Drifting through this time-warp,
where every second seems froze

And tomorrow is a reunion day,
yet all the hours are spent.
on both our lives supporting cast,
when alone, together is content.

Mark Broomhall
September 2003