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.