Distanced

The distance between us is too much,

if only 6 feet—

close enough to speak,

far enough to breathe—

or choke on the pain

of solitary confinement.

Prison walls, at least, are kind,

politely hiding what

we may not have.

But here the air is far too clear,

showcasing glories

I could not see before,

and the burden of separation

falls upon the will.

Only love can hold us safe—apart—

and somehow bring us closer

than we’ve ever been.