by Tim Chiu
My girlfriend, somehow absent, is still so treasured - a poem.
|My food’s now hot from a microwave,
Now transferring it to the table.
I’m cutting, chewing, enjoying it,
Believing in us and still able.
Such a great moment of pleasure -
Thinking and waiting for chimes.
A grandfather clock’s steady ringing
The beauteous gift of our times.
Our love stirs the deepest devotion;
With distance, this pairing’s unique -
Memories created, while absence
Confounds all the sharing we seek.
But cherishing you’s quite an honor -
What somehow remains is the gear
Of seeing your grace and your beauty,
And having your power so near...