Knocking on loves door
Who is there to answer
A phone ringing in the distance
An un answered call
Extending a hand for a handshake
To be met by space
Empty air
A hand closes anticipating a meeting
All that is left is a fist
To beat the walls
To shake at the heavens
Waving hands in the air
Attempting to feel space
If I wave fast enough I can almost “feel” something
If I try hard enough
Won’t I be seen
Won’t I be met
Can space be hugged?

(C) Jack Roman