Long Distance
(IN MEMORY AND DEDICATION TO CHRISTINE DEVAUX)
Jordan DiPietro
[jdipietr@indiana.edu]
I haven't seen you in over four years.
Telephone calls get expensive
And somewhere in between
I've missed the many miles
Of road you have traveled.
Still you tell me about boyfriends,
School, and your mother's disease.
We laugh about past memories
And I pretend to not live for some day.
You told me you were cold, and
I pictured you in that old European flat
Without heat, and without me.
I hung up the phone
And wished I could give the warmth
That I know my distance can't provide.
But there are no excuses, no regrets.
Nothing conquers
The sound of your memory
Because when we talk
Love breaks ground like
Old wooden bridges.
Poem © 2001 Jordan DiPietro, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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For the most part, this poem is self-explanatory. It was written
about someone very close to my heart whom my love for is
extraordinary. The poem is about life's boundaries, and how
wonderful it is when they can be broken by passion and emotion. No
part of life can exploit what is real, and true love has no end.
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