Posted on January 2nd, 2008 by george.
Categories: love, poetry, space.

when days are short
when the sun departs
just as you greet him

when the long forgotten cold
steals back
and drives warmth underground
away from the cracked surface

when forty million kilometers
is two light minutes
what does it mean that your galaxy
is three million light years distant?

the very fiber of language and thought
breaks down
a thousand miles is far
but across the reaches of space?
long falls short

I cannot conceive of our separation

if fondness is a function of distance
try to fathom my love for you

1 comment.


Comment on January 3rd, 2008.

I am speechless. One of the most powerful poems yet. SO MUCH LOVE in it… it
(I said speechless, but apparently I can still write)

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