That you are moving so far <br />will not, as you say, <br />tear me apart; it is having <br /> <br />to part that tears at <br />my being, that takes part <br />of me with you against <br /> <br />all reason, against your will, <br />against mine; you have <br />every reason to go, but <br /> <br />that you are going, going <br />away so far, changes <br />the map: already I have <br /> <br />in mind the whole city, <br />not merely your building, <br />become a crater, a circle <br /> <br />surrounding nothing-- <br />and cast out from it, from <br />the explosion, a shadow <br /> <br />lengthened into the actual <br />desert, time zones beyond <br />today's sunrise, where I <br /> <br />am already flying out <br />toward you, down to <br />that shadow's thin end, <br /> <br />down the map to where <br />you. not yet gone, have already <br />taken me with you, moved <br /> <br />as I am to find that you <br />are actually going, going <br />so far as to prove, beyond <br /> <br />all saying, that in this <br />irrefutable world it is not <br />love by which we're torn apart.<br /><br />Philip Booth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-6/
