Saturday, 12 May 2018

the ache

there is an ache that is so small 
that it cannot be felt, that grows
so slowly that it seems 
to have always been there.

there is a closeness
that is entangled across
the thinness of space,
that however far apart we are
we are not.

but the ache of being apart
can be as heavy as the light years
are to understand, with
the distance is as incalculable 
as the bite is deep.

the flip over to closeness
can come as a shock;
when the ache is inverted to a joy 
that is as high as the mountains of the moon.
come back soon
and let the elasticity of love
sting in the twang,
and we’ll hug again.

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