All Wood Divided Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

This gentle distance is suffocating
No exits because none are wanted
Just doors, ajar to your embrace
However short, however light its brush
It will be a present to my history
And a past I will never get over
Instant closure, buried in a someday
Far from the reach of our explanation
If ever there was a destination
Beneath moon and constellation
We are alone here
From written to read
Photograph to painted hand
Uncompromised to its chasing light
Fading life into the crowded foreground
Untreated to the imagination
Whispered imitation, I say
Pillar and loss
Contended and coarse
This has become the most ungentle of words