A Fragility Of Distance.

 

X marks the spot, but someone moved the love.
It is hidden in a
mystery of words unsaid, dreams that were
so imminent,
but were at once forgotten when morning became apparent.
And now all there is
is some vague tracery in a still smile,
a shiver of guilt or sadness in our needed distance,
a ghost of hunger
that haunts each wanted touch,
that the hope rekindle, that the hope not last.
Can I give up and ascend to a peace which is everything
not the one thing love devises in its exclusions.

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