I slept fearful but still
In the vision
Of us being close together.
Prickly to the touch
And tension thick as molasses
But together.
I woke up to a gaping chasm
Between us
And I can’t find a way around
Or over
Or past.
How far away are we?
How far away have we been?
Was it always like this?
Will it always be?
Astoria, Oregon. 2016. Photo Credit: AJ Joven