Distance

Sunday morning seven a.m.,
through an open window drifts
the sound of migrating geese,
so many summers have passed
and still not one letter from you.

Not that it matters much, not really,
it is more the thought, why when we
move further away from each other,
nothing else will grow in that distance
other than total silence to fill the gap.

9 Replies to “Distance”

  1. Oh I like very much!
    I love the last line….I feel it everyday….
    Beautiful Francine….
    Take Care…you Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

    1. Thank you kindly, Maryrose, for your lovely comment.
      Some voids are not to be filled.
      Have a beautiful Holiday Season, my friend.
      Take care too, for you matter too,
      Francina xo

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