that feeling

I forget the time

but,

I remember the laughter

and the stories

.

I forgot which day

but,

I remember the blue skies,

clouds and the sunshine

.

I forget the moment

but,

I remember where I walked,

the trees and the birds songs

.

I forgot the feeling

but,

. . .

Down the road

down the road
is a horizon

but the road is
too straight
too narrow
and the distance short

I lengthen it
by wandering off to one side
and then the next
which seem like small bouts
of suicide of myself

each side offers
a different smell
a different view
a different feeling

each side
a different moment
a different time
a different day

each side
lengthens the road
with the horizon

and a new me

The distance between two hearts

How do you describe the distance when it's no longer there?

would it be how the moon

and sun share the same sky

how the evening stars collide

with the morning clouds

or knowing that everything you hear

they hear as well

seeing in their eyes

what they see in yours

knowing words

do not have to be

whispered

what

is felt

with a touch