Wednesday, November 13, 2013

A love letter without the romance

I see you
I see me
I hear you
I hear me.
There is space to witness
There is space to let
love emerge from us
Without strings,
tentacles and romance,
whatever that was anyway.

Occasionally, I can
imagine your scent.
It’s not that I choose to.
But somehow, that scent
exists in my
room, in my nose,
a thousand miles or more from
where you are.

It exists in this space,
the space that allows
appreciation, the space
that allows all the lessons
to sink in,
become part of my DNA.
We are each other’s teachers, we are each other’s students.
There is love
in this space,
in this distance.
There is love.

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