Distance

Another blank page stares into my eyes
and my mind stumbles softly over you
while waiting for inspiration.
But, the image dies,
away into my memory,
along with a whole lifetime
vague and distant.

So I turn to the future to look for you there.
I can't even find myself.
I know I'm there. I survive.
But where are you?

Did I become one of those pleasant thoughts
that dies into your memory
along with a whole lifetime
vague and distant,
thus ending the union of our lives?

I awaken to the present long enough
to watch your image fade from view
and to reach for you,
back into a dying memory
vague and distant.

Copyright Ron Hudson, July, 1981

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