Distance

Everything

That ever was

Is still here

In one form

Or another;

Won’t keep us warm,

When winter comes,

But it’s something.

One of these texts

Will be our last,

Though we won’t know,

Till silent weeks

Have floated past.

~*~

Thanks to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo photo prompt

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19 responses to “Distance

  1. Beautiful picture and poem. I love the lines “Everything

    That ever was

    Is still here

    In one form

    Or another;”

    Like

  2. I really like this poem. I think this is my favorite of yours.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Thank you, Paula.
    A rather tragic poem on the surface, but there are indeed some things that never leave us…

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Well, that certainly cheered me up.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Lovely! This poem really touched me. Love the imagery throughout! ❀

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Beautiful poem and a superb picture πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  7. I like the ambiguity of the ending-who is the we: the text sender or the text receiver? is it the last text because of decline or death? Or change in or death of a relationship? I love the imagery of β€œTil silent weeks/ Have floated past.”

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  9. So open-ended
    Continuity of everything and nothing is comforting somehow
    It’s a long game and run

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