HOW

HOW

how can I possibly
still love you
still
    want you

still imagine you
with me
            right now

now
now
              now!

so close, both of
us, the two of us,

would agree we feel embedded
wrapped up in each
other’s arms:
      the ultimate package

but
     this
                 is
not real, is pure
supposition, ghost conjecture

me here
     alone in these words, with

this poem

you,
       as ever,

                  so far away