Long Distance by Kilby Austin

And I, I’m hateful of the afternoon,
the ten long hours I must spend alone,
while you, across the desert world from me,
subject to Sol’s impartiality,
take comfort in your portioned hours of sleep
as I my work’s appointments restless keep
and cannot speak to you, but only pray,
since till our vague tomorrow I must wait
to hear from you again. The suns are hot
that even-handedly our days allot,
and separate us both by time, and space,
and eager abjuration of all haste,
and wither up my heart in nonsense doubt
that something might from yours have driv’n me out.

by Kilby Austin, 2009

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