To Grasp the Distance, Pull it Close 1st To grasp the distance, pull it close. To reach across space, and feel, touch, taste, smell. My gosh, I even miss the prickly astroturf against my skin, not because of the itchyness, but because She is wearing it. I sometimes get to hear, but not very often. See! How could I forget seeing? But here I sit.
2nd To grasp the distance, pull it close; To reach across space and feel, touch, taste smell. And see. Really see. My mind has an image, but this image is pale, imperfect, worse than a reflection. Sometimes I get to hear. But even that Isn't quite enough, or at least hasn't been For a while. But it can be. Of course I still want to feel, touch, taste, smell and see, and not just a little.
3rd To grasp the distance, pull it close: No more. That time has ended, painfully, Finally. And still I feel, I feel...Something. What it is, I do not know. Sadness, loss. I saw her again, but of course nothing remained of what used to be. And that is the way I want it, The way it has to be. But that makes it hurt no less. -Written: 1st: September 1997, 2nd: October 1997, 3rd: November 1997
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