Love’s Distance


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...