When I feel sad that we're apart
for months at a time,
I type in "poetry long distance relationship"
and read of hearts rent
long before mine:
The moon above distant lovers,
the same moon, the very same.
The seas between two hearts;
carrying the whisper of her first name. Or her surname.
Or whatever.
Oh, dear...
The minutes disappear
when I read of their despair.
My loneliness subsides in tears
of laughter.
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