I.
me, here.
you, there.
nothing
between us.

II.
it’s nothing,
you said,
crying,
nothing.

III.
he loved her.
nothing more.

IV.
suffering
the description:
what is understood so clearly
it cannot be said.
what is said so clearly
it is understood too well.

if love is as much
the absence as the fact,
the mystery as the understanding,
then perhaps definition
is the only betrayal.

let’s take no pictures,
consult no maps,
ask and give no directions,
at least until
there is nothing left.

and then,
faithful to nothing,
nothing can prevent
our understanding.