Distance is
nothing.
Distance is only
as wide or deep as we imagine it.
I hear your voice
in dozens of songs every day. All I need
is close my eyes to see you. And,
strangely, each time I open my freezer, the scent of last summer’s frozen
huckleberry harvest surrounds me, and that is you.
Someone named
Margaret Atwood said the exact words I wish I would have said about our time
apart. She said this: “I exist in two
places, here and where you are.”
—Mitchell Hegman
For Desiree
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