Her nearness
was the sharp blue swirl
of moments of such exultation and exuberance
their velocity could not be measured
by ordinary means, or words, or meanings.
Her distance
leaves the slow, inexorible waves
that linger after,
that define the lingering ever after
always ebbing, never flowing away,
always in the distance moving away,
with only the trace of a crimson wave,
crimson that fade to the duller rust
of blood stains on the knife with which she sliced your heart away.