Here's a love poem that was scribbled on a bookmark in a book bought at a second-hand book store. I don't know if it ever reached its intended recipient, but I hope it did.
Here and now
We have left each other
too many times
The airports of the world
conspire to separate us
But though each time
I am lifted miles high
and each second pulled
farther away
I remain
I am always with you
I can see you right now
I can hear, feel, smell you.
Soon our paths will be one
They will be one
I love you.
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