mY secreT ponD

i know distance
as i know distant places
of the heart
your presence sometimes
is like a pillow on the other side of
this bed

same as mine
we know distances
so many of them
we feel the emptiness
of a loaded bed
sometimes
but no one dares tell
the obvious
it speaks for itself
we hear it
we are confronted with
repetitions
as always
we have learned
that repeating it
does not
convert the sameness
into a mantra
that cures whatever
illness is there
we move around a corner
stop by a window
and see another world
looking at us
that we know we
sorely miss
we are speechless as
before
and the the obvious speaks
again
like a child babbling
as it wakes ahead of us
in this lulling
our hearts overflow
our mouths are shut.