Yes, I have missed you
and you are DIRECTLY fixed
to the poetry in my heart
the words that run
off my tongue
You are the space
in which I breathe
the bond that is not lost
between continents
or man-made borders
This cannot be measured
by crossed lines or pushed limits
(they don’t exist here)
this dormancy
that shakes itself awake
like an old memory
as you speak the first word