Separation by Nazim Hikmet

separation swings through the air like a steel bar
it keeps smacking me in the face
I’m staggering

I run away it chases me
there’s no escaping it
my knees fail I’m falling

separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than a sword

finer than silk thread sharper than a sword
separation is the bridge between us
even when we sit knee to knee