Distance – Monica Adrian
How swift is distance?
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
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.