A poem about distance

A rather productive morning was had, though I should have been doing other things.  Poetry always hits me at the wrong moment...

Because I really hate titles, not because I couldn't think of one, I share...

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Occasionally it seems too far

An impossible desire

But there was Paris

There was here

And São Paulo,

the warm winter.

The sun and St. Augustine.

There has been

The food and the wine

The hellos in airports

The horrible goodbyes,

Hugs and smiles and neediness.

Paris round 2, round 3

Italy in warmth and snow.

Valtournenche

and here and there.

The cafés and metro

The espresso and sleepless nights.

You pulling me through frigid Paris.

You and me,

Today.

I forget the nonsense of distance
Relishing in moments of then.

La Place Dauphine, Île de la Cité