A simple word and a simple subject,
A vastness that is able to keep us apart.
The miles and land that that separate us,
It cannot stop
my dreams,
my thoughts,
my hopes.

I watch couples.
They pass by hand in hand.
They can't grasp this simple concept.
To us—a constant thorn.
To them—simply a word,
a measurement they must know
--only figuratively,
for it is sometimes used in Math class.

That one void that can mean the difference.
between impossible-
Impossible and my wits end.


Those three words,
Those words lift up my day.
And then,
I can survive the