The Ache Of Separation

now we are far
away, the distance divides us,
like torn cloth

there is a purpose,
and we know it, now, the ache
has its own reasons,

for you to bear more fruits
for me
to make silence my best friend

chartering a new course,
we look at the farthest star, we beat

the heart of loneliness, for soon it will
end, and soon we shall never be parted,

love grows in separation,
takes roots, and invisible inside our
bodies,

we shall bloom, we shall be the same
branches again
on one tree

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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