your move

one day we can go home
to the safety of our clouds
- museum of flight by damien jurado

foolishly, I forget about
the time difference,
perhaps we are only separated
by half a dozen time zones

nothing to bridge
this disconnect, only a
keyboard and an enter key,
emotions exiting from

these words, merely filling
gaps of intimacy, the
flickering
of the screen,
one click,
one action

can't make me feel
any more
removed
no, you're the
one who has
moved