Distance
You haunt my peripheral,
breathing in echoes.
I turn,
and reach;
Fingers grasp
at the horizon,
and then the
Earth turns.
Pulling us away.
If I walk far enough,
I’ll see the ocean
that lay between
Us.
You’re just beyond water’s edge;
Behind what I can see.
I can still hear you.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
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