Distance

They used to be postmen

Traveling between our homes

Where trains and cars were ample

Journey filled with longing walks further

Longer than our generation

Phone calls were made and all your family members would know

The person beyond that

Where messages were once counted

In syllabus and spare change

We saved them and read them again

And again

Until dial ups lost their signature voice

We stayed up to wait for a blue man to light up

A nudge and a little more attention

Now we do not need to work in peace

They are always with us

Their voice, their smiles, their words and thoughts

Within our pocket

Ever so slightly far, yet close in person

Distance have not changed and love

Didn’t either