And the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
It is sad? In one of the tenses I’m singing
An impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close me eyes and imagine
The dark hills I would have to cross
To reach you. For I am in love with you and this
Is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
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