What is love if it is gone,
if it is absent from the
space beside me,
if it is stretched between
us almost to the point
of breaking? It is a string,
a road, a letter or
a short call just to say hello.
It hides in the
small moments and shines
in them, like a child’s nightlight
or a candle in the window. So
from me to you, I send love.
I hope it is enough.
Yet another poem about long-distance. I am so original.
It's the thought that counts? ♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
2 comments:
this made me feel warm inside, just thinking about all the letters i've written and stuff i've sent. it feels like home, to think about people and nightlights... sigh.
Argh! Gen! Why aren't you e-mailing these to me and Meg so we can showcase them on our blog? These are great. This one is very nice.
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