you wrote me

lodged away in hedges and night skies,
moons and baubles, in bangles and friends,
down the hall and across the room
i could hear you for years,
decades,
and i could smell the salt and taste the sea,
you keeping you from me.
is that why we're so far apart?
in distance and in minds,
in philosophy and now i find
lord knows how many things to have seen
and said to make it good,
but we're alone,
now,
and the years have passed for show and tell
and hear and smell
or listen and i'll talk for a while.
just think of all the nerves we could have saved,
or the understanding,
nurturing,
living we could have lived.

i guess that's it, then -
i'll keep me for me and you keep you for you.