distance.

How long could I
endure this?

The reduction of
my love
to photographs,
words on a page.

A fuzzy phone call
once a week.

Could I learn
to be whole again,
and end my craving
for the unattainable?

To free my mind
of its aching.

Can I release myself
from this anchor,
pulling me into
deeper waters?

Could I love you
without expectations?

fold.

Talking of "right speech"
made me never want to speak again,
because I fear
I have nothing important to say.