Distance – Monica Adrian


How swift is distance?

So agile

How it extends farther than any limb could ever reach

How it grows

And molds itself inside my mind

Like a cyst

Propagating in my cells

As it continues to absorb me

Until memory in its flaws succeed

To blur the lines

The images

Like a fog abstracting shapes

Obscuring lights into pretty dandelions

To no longer know what lies beneath

To have time cover it

Like the residue on a chapel ceiling

Who knows what frescos

Looked like really?

As moments elapse themselves on top of each other

What we remember

Is it real?

How much can we restore in just what we feel?

Well you, you are distance

And I am all the space between.