by Jason Alan

my poems of late
begin with ‘her’ or ‘she’
I wish they started
with ‘us’ or ‘we’

she is far away
too far to touch
my mind goes to her
maybe much too much

I hope she reads this
I hope she smiles
I wish that soon
we close in those miles

my hands in her hair
I imagine our first kiss
I want, I need
I insist on this