a larger triangle

two days and 2200 miles later.
already out of range.
though, the telephone works better here,
the communication is lost.

i feel like my words are flapping uselessly in the breeze
clothes pinned to the wireless technology hung between us
strung out bits, mouthing out the hugs i want to reach you
but won't reach you like they used to
and so i feel less than powerless
and lost along the lines drawn
between states of country
and of mind
i am here and not there
and this damn phone
has chaperoned my emotions
into emoticons
and i know that you know
that i love you
but i want you to be able to taste it
the way that it was
inside the triangle
of easy chair, couch
and easy chair
with nothing filling the air
but our poems
and now those corners are so much farther apart,
but i need you each to hear that it is like that
that i love you
and the damn phone can't say it
so thank god for the poem



wb