How Far
Love is not
a star or even the moon
not the night sky
not the universe
certainly not heaven
most assuredly not hell
it is more, and farther away:
The edge of eternity, the edge
of sanity, swaying to and fro;
the un-licked stamp
reserved for a letter,
we never mailed;
the unfinished room
where we sit and reflect
on infinite possibilities:
We bask in wonderment
at how far we have come
at how far we have to go.
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