distance

they say that distance the heart fonder,
like there was a choice.
when you want them the first repsonder,
distance longer than the prose of Joyce.

Then where in distance does one follow
when waiting in anticipation,
when closeness you wish to wallow,
both summed up with relation,

having so often found,
the tyranny of geography,
makes the voices deafening sound,
when communication is the key.

but love I say is always there,
despite the hearts insistance.
few truers loves can compare.
with the aching of the distance.