space & time

There is no such thing
as long-distance grieving -
a part of me will always believe 
my father's father 
is just a phone call away
a simple question of picking up my phone
and dialling, and he will answer with a yell
as if I was simply in the next room,
just out of sight. 

It isn't until you have felt the shock

of cold in your fingertips

like a papercut

or the bitter taste on your tongue

like sealing a letter

full of memories

that you understand the depth

of the distance.