perhaps I should tell you such a thing as

      perhaps I should tell you such a thing as
      the many imaginings from which I
      can no longer seem to depart, for which
      I may have soon to admit that I can't
      reach for you, I can't hold you in my arms.
      it is in this reverie that I was
      left to knowing my heart's secret longing.
      what is there, in this distance between us,
      that is in itself a hullabaloo,
      a disquietude rapping at my soul,
      a feeling so remote yet so intense
      it could not have been so very far away?
      love, to a seeker, isn't in the stars,
      but in a thousand places in the heart.

            Lowell R. Luis
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