Length of Distance

I struggle to speak,
To articulate these sensibilities into full bodied words.
To articulate these sensibilities into a coherent perception of our reality.

Simply stated,
There are those moments,
When the distance,
So remote,
Emptily echoes.

When the need to sit noiselessly with you,
Keeping a single rhythm,
Complimenting pulses,
Reverberating deeply,
Hollowing evenly,
Exceeds the desire.

The motion of this train rattles me.
My neighbouring seat, waiting to be filled.
Its frame, robust.
Seat cover, lusciously red.
Symbolically embodying the longing solicitude of my heart.

Staring at the couple across from me,
Fingers laced tightly,
Eyes exchanging deeply,
As their bodies slide comfortably into the other's curves,
This excites a vast canyon of emotions.

Simply stated,
It stands as a jarring,
Dissonant,
Reminder.

Drifting through the ebb and flow,
Of cognition ravelled with emotion,
I admit that time is unkind.

As our physical bodies remain hostage in distant spaces,
I bethink,
Not the lost opportunities,
But the potentiality.

Length of distance,
A factor for the irresolute,
Cannot compete.

As our complimenting pulses reverberate,
Generating perceptible,
Even cosmic intonations,
Of our heart's whispers,
I am set at metaphysical ease,
Even as my bodily appetite emulates a growing disquietude.