If you should ever mourn
for the trickery of distance
take heart, my clever love
for I am there.

I never left you.

Close your eyes.
Can't you feel me?
The Trans-Canada Highway winds all through your veins
and I'm travelling from limb to limb, leaving mementos in all your provinces.

Inhale, your cranium is my house.
Our mingled memory, the portraits of every hallway
reanimating CBC radio conversations of our own frequency.

Now...
Open your eyes.
They are my electricity.
You need merely to exist
to keep turning me on.

Listen to the silence, the thrum of blood in your ears
is my car pulling into our driveway-

Speak words of love, for your mouth is my bedroom-

Look closer-

And I know you will see us plainly.

We are never, ever apart.