You don’t have to love me or say you do.
Feelings seem so profaned right now. We
Have been so careful not to say or feel
Too much, too soon, when others blurt it
Out in ways that have distracted what I
Would say or do on this winter day,
Holding hands or fleeting kiss on isolated
Ocean strands. Just know you are in my
Thoughts and heart from rising sun to
Random poetry for someone not distant but far
away, whether mountains, seas, or Arctic ice.