I do not measure distance by miles traveled by a plane
Or the length of road crossed by a train.
It’s also not the days that pass before you receive my letter
Not even the growing phone bills to call you
can describe it any better.
It’s when you and I are on the same room but we’re not talking
Trying to catch your sight and reach you
But alas! You’re gone again,
I’m left hanging.
(c) Karen Clide Montegrande, 2013