To see you in shards of glass. Tears are fragments of the moment. Unable to reach out to you. My touch falls faintly into the chasm. Without presence and with meaning lost. From one world to the next. A distance of insurmountable longing. From reaching the summit at the bottom of the mountain. Alights in my golden view. Of the steps that light the floor. The black straps of your night shirt. In the scent that you leave behind.
The ghosts that stare back at me. Photographs from so long ago. Faces lit with the longing anticipation. Of embarking upon a journey. Not the distractions of keeping the course. With casualties inflicted upon warm hearts. We look around to measure what is left. And what we can take with us. I measure the magnitude of longing with distance. Your softness lives there with me still. And projects in the lifted weight of your eyes. Shifting across the spectrum.
