I never thought that it would hurt to see you
or that every minute, day and year spent apart
would loom up painful in my soul.
We met, you smiled and my heart
cried to know the time lost,
not in each other’s presence.
Still, they say love requires nothing,
friendship knows no bounds that
time or space can interrupt.
That may be so for enlightened beings,
but I am heavy with desire
to be and touch and laugh together—
eyes viewing the same landscape,
minds’ interior projections on the same wall,
talk rich and alive and current.
We should watch each other grow old,
delight in close proximity,
and bathe this pain in laughter and lust.
We’ll become enlightened, detached
when there’s no where else to go
and nothing left to do.
Then seeing you will be like seeing myself.