Love’s Distance

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From afar
He said
I love you
He meant it
At least, he believed
He meant it
The residual afterglow
Of the friction
Of bodies
Warmth
Mistaken
For love
Pupils dilated
Search the contours
Of our faces
His history
Just beginning
Mine etched in lines
I love you
He said
Hoping it was true

But ours
Was a case
Of mistaken identity
He the youth
I might have been
I the man he might be
Too much distance
Too much hope
Too much fear
I love you
He said, with
Perfunctory politeness
I smiled
Knowing
Love’s distance

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