Impossibly Far

Impossibly far from here
we’re eating breakfast together
eggs, mine covered in cheese, yours?
I’m having steak, and you,
local sausage.
In common, too, we have cold
and even a bit of snow
My honey is pollenated by
flowers far different than yours
But my toast, like yours
tastes impossibly sweet
In my mouth on my tongue.
While I smile after talking to you
I chew on my breakfast
and try to swallow the sadness
of how impossibly far we
are eating breakfast together.

~ cj 2011.02.06

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