So far it’s
not working out for me
imagining you
in all the places I wish you could be.
This would feel like the opposite of aloneness
I just know it.

/

Watching you carry out your life alongside me -
separate (of course)
but together (still).
The light’s still alive between now and
where it would have been.

/

We have crossed seas with our words
and still
the impossibility of the air around us
remains.

/

How to translate these mis-stepped
opportunities into something that
would feel like fate all
along?
Not possible,
one of us must have concluded.

/

When I cannot hear you
calling across the clouds I know
something is wrong.
Too much time has passed.
Too much space has gone between.
The silence has been too long.