Words, Wide Night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us. I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this

is what it is like or what it is like in words.

~ Carol Ann Duffy ~

As Real As It Gets

You're not quite real to me yet.
Not yet.

But for now, you're as real as it gets.

And I know it is real because nobody in their right mind gets into a long-distance whatever-this-is just for kicks. Or curiosity. Or fun. Because not having you here is Not Very Fun, even if we have been having a smashing time so far.

I know you're real because I have a Happy Song of my very own to prove it!

But most of all, you're real because my happiness is Real.