Distance



Distance is a gift to those
who learn the art of sighing.

I'll breathe you in someday,
if I ever end my dying -

my breathing out toward memory,
a raindrop, and a scattering

of leaves, a silence shattering
on wet stones, and a faded rose...

Autumn now, I miss you Friend,
here where you loved and dreamed

upon my shoulder, and it seemed
that Summer could not end.

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