For months now, we have been separated by
great waters.
In starker terms: 7,080 miles.
More recently, a germ has rushed in between us.
A virus so tiny a fine grain of sand dwarfs it.
But this germ is greedy and wants to seize all
of our air.
Still, there is nothing holding us apart, my
dear.
Daily, waveforms allow me to hold the whole of
you in my hand.
My thoughts regularly place you alongside me.
Your face fills all the uneasy gulfs between all
rational thought.
I may be the only person here, but I am not
alone.
I swear, you are
always here with me.
—Mitchell Hegman
(For Desiree)
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