The Distance Between Us

You sit there
I here

A table’s breadth
A city’s width
A continent divides

More than distance’ measured miles
More than minutes timed

An endless horizon
of broad plains and prairies
barren salt flats
frozen tundra

A train uncouples
A mountain cleaves
the foghorn sounds its warning

too late

You sit there
I here

there’s a vast gap of empty between there and here

Special thanks to EAN.
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