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(slowly, quietly)
She’s… far.
Not just in distance —
but in everything now.
And I see her…
laughing in pictures,
with faces I don’t know.
Guys I’ve never met,
names that suddenly
live in the spaces
where I used to belong.
(pauses)
They make her smile.
They make her forget
how quiet I’ve become.
And I—
I just watch from here,
pretending it doesn’t tear me apart.
I tell myself—
it’s okay.
She deserves to be happy.
I tell myself—
they’re just friends.
But my heart…
my stupid, stubborn heart
doesn’t believe me.
Because every time she says,
“I was out with them again,”
it feels like another door closing—
softly,
but completely.
(whispers)
I used to be the one
she shared everything with.
Now I’m just
the one who watches her
share everything with everyone else.
I still wait for her messages,
like prayers that never reach the sky.
I still type
and delete,
type
and delete—
like maybe if I say the wrong thing,
she’ll drift even farther.
(breathes shakily)
I’m not mad at her.
I’m not even jealous, really.
I’m just scared.
Scared she’ll forget
how my name used to sound
when it made her laugh.
So I scroll,
and I smile,
and I whisper—
“Be happy.”
Even if happiness
doesn’t have me in it anymore.
(long pause)
Because that’s what love does, right?
It stays.
Even when you’re not chosen.
Even when you’re miles away—
watching her laugh
with them.
THE TERRAIN OF ABSENCE
I think I've finally understood why distance makes
love tremble like a flame held in strangers' palms ~
it isn't distrust that shakes it, no, but that concrete lack,
a hunger for the body, for air breathed in the same room,
a territory of absence with maps drawn on water,
where your name is a city I can no longer touch.
When you're near, I learn you instinctively, the way skin learns rain:
the way you go quiet before saying something important,
the faint tremor in your voice, like a spider's thread in the wind,
the shadow that crosses your face when you remember something old,
the gestures you make without knowing you're making them ~
I know you through evidence, not guesswork, I hold you in context.
But distance leaves white spaces, clearings without footprints,
and the mind has this cruel habit of filling them
with whatever it finds in its darkest pockets:
with versions, with mistranslated silences, with scenarios
grown overnight like mushrooms in the basement of thought,
and every silence of yours becomes a room without a door.
That's why I believe closeness makes love more certain ~
not because distance would shrink the love itself, as people think,
but because presence gives certainty a body, bones, weight,
a breath that confirms, a hand that signs
everything the soul says and cannot prove over the phone;
truth needs a temperature in order to be believed.
When I can't see you, all I have left is to believe, and faith is beautiful
and dangerous in equal measure, like a glass bridge over fog,
because there, exactly there, in the gap between believing and knowing,
uncertainty builds its nest, that white and greedy bird
that pecks at night along the edges of your face
until what's left is a love built only out of memory.
Maybe that's why long-distance love is a cult without an altar,
a prayer spoken to a window that never answers back;
and yet I wait, the way a field waits for the snow it was promised,
I stitch my days to one another like unopened letters,
and I tell myself that one morning you'll simply walk through the door,
and all the white spaces will fill, all at once, with you.
(Sonnet with rhyme on both ends of alternating lines)
The starkness of my world now that he’s gone
pervades in all I see and hear and feel,
but darkness swallows all until the dawn
invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real!
I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light
to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane.
I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night,
to sleep away my longings and the pain.
He left, and now he’s far away from me
across the globe. Oh, how I love him so!
Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free!
My loss means where he is tonight shall glow
sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I,
and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky!
For Nicola Byrne's Long Distance Love Poetry Contest
I never believed in love at first sight until
I saw you. Days later I learned that you
felt the same. We had a whirlwind romance
and got married two months later from the
day we met. We fell madly in love and we
were inseparable.
That all changed the day you got drafted
to go fight for our country. I didn't want
you to go. I became anti war instantly .
But I lost the battle, you chose war over me.
My heart was no longer in my chest, it was
over seas fighting for a war I didn't believe
in. Your letters were my only ray of sunshine.
Days turned to months, months turned to
years.I didn't know if I could survive another
day without you. My lonely nights seemed
like an eternity.
I will never forget when you returned to me, I
was so empty inside and missed you so much.
You saw me staring into nothing and took me
into your arms and my heart started to beat for
the first time since you left.
That my love was the happiest day of my
life. We've been together ever since.
10-14-16
Contest: Long Distance Love
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
There's a hole in my chest
My heart's flown away
My eyes tire from crying and crave rest
The hole burns all day
My world's gone sideways, now at a slant
I am missing my heart
But it stays with you while I can't
The pain leaves a flavor sour and tart
The feeling of a missing piece of me
Burns less than that of having lost you
I broke at picture of us in my gallery
I'll see you again but it feels far from view
I gave you my heart from the beginning
Despite the pain, I do not regret it a bit
Because while I can't hold you, losing and winning
My heart is with you through all of it
When I returned your ring I sat in confusion,
I couldn’t run far enough away to forget you-
When I left I didn’t know what I was losing,
but I moved across the country for a fresh view.
The tears in your eyes I will never forget,
as I told you I was leaving the following week-
Little did I know my decision I’d always regret,
I was just so young, insecure and weak.
It didn’t take too long before I realized my heart,
it had always been you I’d been in love-
My days were hell while we were apart,
of all the remorseful tears I had enough.
So I flew to you as fast as I ever could,
down on bended knee with one white gold ring-
I asked you to marry me this time for good,
for you were the only one to make my soul sing.
We spent months apart until our wedding day,
long distance love had brought us closer than ever-
But it never took long and I knew right away,
eventually we’d be married and together forever.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
far away from you my heart grew ten times-
Without you in my arms my soul would wander,
and I spent my time writing verses of rhymes.
Phone calls all day and late night conversations,
revealing more secrets than we thought we shared-
Even though it was one of the most difficult situations,
we both soon realized how much we truly cared.
The wedding day came and we bought a home,
finally we were able to sleep in the same bed-
No longer were we far away and feeling alone,
but lost in each others tender embrace instead.
Across the country I found my deep adoration,
it will always be you who is the keeper of my heart-
Today my life is full of joy and complete celebration,
for true love was born from being far apart.
Long Distance Love Contest
Nicola Byrne
October 13, 2016
When the sparrow meets the long nights
webbed in the gentleness
of every beat that marks your heart;
only then will we find a faraway world coming together
as graceful leaves mix
with the branches of our souls;
for the length of time is never kind though precious--
our testament to be one
connects us through serendipitous pulses :
We may not be together,
yet we feel the same rain ,
same tears, and language unbidden. ..
Is this what long distance love is
made of?
We bind the folds of seasons
and still know how we live
in any moment of an eon--
a love made in a place called heaven's fate,
staying in touch
through deep intuition and prayer -
that we forego season's ticks, sometimes...
A hundred years may pass,
yet we know, this love infinite will bind the hues
of devotion 's thread, stronger than
the fabric of time's test.
palette of seasons
changes from neutral to bold
surpassed by love's strokes
Having loved my first wife from afar
Jean and I lived many miles apart
so we penned letters to each other
every week we wrote from the heart
For a year this carried on
before deciding on a date
then we grew to love each other
before entering the marriage state
You learn so much about each other
in these letters before you meet
truly knowing inside the person
allowing them to sweep you off your feet
As the famous saying aptly tells
absence makes the heart grow fonder
every weekend couldn't come quick enough
for Jean and I our bond grew stronger
So long distance love can work
when the two are a real match
thinking of nobody else near or far
truly loving your one fond catch
(Just to explain Jean and I were married for less than a year before Jean passed away into Her Lord's presence in 1982, I've now been married to Christine now 25 years.)
What would I give
to get a glimpse of your smile
to have and to hold
your heart for a while
I want to meet you
where the river meets the sea
Leave your oars behind
Set the barrier down
and sail away with me
We'd sail away together
to wherever the wind blows
to our soul's velveteen garden
where blushed crimson
bleeds its rose
We'd sail away forever
to a secluded land
I curl within your arms
and hold on to your hand
We'd lay on autumn's blanket
Watch the sea-gulls soar up high
Flutterin' their wings
above blue waters
'Neath a mandarine sunset sky
What would I give
to feel your fingertips
brushing sand between my toes
To taste your honey-dew breath
as the moonlit cradle glows
But,here I walk upon the sidewalk
each footprint leading home
Under an antique street light
Standing on my own
And here I am singing a love song
My shadow dancing free
And there you stroll along the river-bank
so far away from me.
For Nicola Byrne Contest : Long Distance Love
P.S- A revised poem and first attempt to add a picture image,Hope it works ??
the diamond
he thought he plucked
is not
the real McCoy.
huge thunderbolt he...
never saw
coming!
his main squeeze
dumps him
with dear john
epistle.
long-distance love dies...
he's swapped for another!
a...
soldier long deployed.
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 02/13/2022