The spaces between us
A poem for long-distance lovers
The distance,
like time,
stretches,
sticky,
between us.
The other lovers,
the miles,
(or minutes, hours, or days)
are,
like us,
shape-shifters.
The spaces
between us
can feel heavy,
too heavy to carry,
then:
Evaporated!
Never there.
Fresh air
when you say
my name.
🖤,
M