Promise of an Afterlife

We can see but not touch the sun

this is Toronto in January

further from paradise than purgatory

this is a metaphor for more than I can understand

still I live here

suffering through this winter

with only the hope of summer

to keep me warm

when I can see the sun

but I cannot feel her

a mere rumor

spread by light and the excess of sight

that she will return

eventually.

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3 thoughts on “Promise of an Afterlife

  1. Anonymous

    Aren’t we supposed to miss the past? The things that are gone? People we love who are not with us anymore? So how can we miss the present? The things and people we still are feeling so close even when they are so far from us? When I can read you, but I can’t see you.

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