there are particles
and there are waves and fields.
there are you, here is i.
sometimes - individual electrons
remember each other, connected forever through the sub-etha dancing to the same song
but it wasn't that way with us
I don't burn every time you
stir your coffee with your thumb and you don;t
cry every time I think of you:
not faster than light, not two
just one, missing you.
©2011 Peter A. Greene.