Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
There is a billion
Years between the
Both of us and
I wish to speak,
If even for a short
Second:
"Zhang Xue. . .
I'm-"
You cut the line off
And I'm left in
Desolation
And the mystery that is
Solitary Survival.
". . . In love.
With all you are."
-
Characters from "150 Parsecs Beyond."
YOU ARE READING
Neighbor
PuisiAnd you'll never feel The touch of primrose, or the breathing of trees By your back. You'll never feel; For you never knew To try, Dear Neighbor.
