Unbridgeable Chasm
when distance cuts at love
confounding closeness
we grumble at Skype connecting
broken in its transmitting
togetherness on the edge of confusion
turbulence of modernity
when we're unsure of what lies ahead
in slim rays of long distance longing
can love fall its way to slumber?
our chasm
settling in our lost sleep
life imperfect like the moon in pot mark littering
to trigger all our fretting
we sense where things are headed
with careers of solo plotting
no rich romp of reunion, pending
when lives re-uniting are tangled
like Christmas tree lighting
no strategy for bridging an abyss within
when the desire to live one's life
unencumbered
pushes all else aside
for now
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