What Matters
Space matters, I’m rather certain.
For I fear that it could be
a vexing vast expanse,
that separates me
from your touch.
A cold continuum conspiring,
to keep me from your love.
Touch matters, I am positive.
For I live to delight in your embrace,
to caress each essential element
and specific particle of you.
Your essence forever hopeful,
shining love and radiant light
warming every part of me.
Love matters, it’s perpetually true.
For I believe it is a miracle,
perhaps divine intervention,
when love convinces you to make
that quantum leap of faith.
Faith to trust and journey onward
to new worlds with light years to explore.
A note from Chris
I wrote this poem 4 years ago, after the sudden death of my precious
and only child, Justin.
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