Distance Let us love this distance, since those who do not love each other are not separated. - Simone Weil You seem to see her eyes everywhere in the vast afterimage of desire. You carry her voice the way a conch carries the sea, no matter the shore or the miles. The same sweet rustling far away in the wind. The same soft hands that miss exactly and only what they miss. And even Death is like a friend who understands absence, the beauty of despair, the one pure poem you’re destined to write to try to hold her in the palm of the clouds while the sky sweeps everything away.
John Valentine lives in Savannah, GA, where he teaches philosophy at a local college.