A Letter To Separation

Dear Separation,
you have filled my heart
with a glow,
a subtle saffron sliver
on my tongue…
How might it be
if he were here?
I do not know.

Dear Separation,
I swim in you.
A moment fresh
as lime, then —
a teal damp
peaceful pain…
How might it be
if he were here?
I do not know.

Dear Separation,
you ascend in me
a moment screaming
you descend in me
with lingered chirping…
How might it be
if he were here?
I do not know.

In the whir of silence,
Separation,
you are the ground
on which I meet,
I dwell in him —
a moment unrelenting cement
then alive mysterious wood
another shimmering as paper…
Separation,
you are my song.

How might it be
if he were here?
I do not know.