absence has a simple scale
nought or one
distinct steps like piano notes

joy and sorrow are parabolic
mirror images
glissando exponentials like the birth of your smile
how you turn away when leaving

the intensity of waiting is a constant
a straight line that separates dimensions
like a ranch rail across Nebraska

if time expands to accommodate the love available to fill it
either we will live forever
or for one brief but ubiquitous moment

today I tried to picture units of you
but nothing survives at absolute zero
and these thoughts self-destruct
as I approach your point of origin

Selected byMaria Mazzenga
Image credit:nelio filipe

Cameron McClure doesn’t exist. He is the pen-name for a once compulsively shy and now permanently retired civil servant who lives in Northern Ireland and likes nothing better than competitive banter over a pint or two. He believes it will all come right on the night because he’s happier that way and no-one has yet proved him wrong though a lot of well-meaning people try to for some reason.