tuesdays in search of morrie

tuesday
where is my morrie

there he stands
he was just 2 metres away
but i thought i would have to go the other way
now we are further apart
are there 10 metres between us?
i am losing the concept of distance
losing track the notion of time
i cannot see your face anyway
but a figure
blurred and unsteady
through my fluid crystal eyes

but he still looks at me
i believe

there he is
if not 10 metres away
he is 10 metres underneath
in the deepest darkest room of my heart
my left ventricles
he experiences earthquake in sync with my heartbeat
the soft bumps of liveliness are thunder strikes to him
can you withstand it any longer?
you hear me in your heart even if you are physically deafened
deafness and depth and death
are the three concepts we yet to master
spiritually there
i wish

his voice ascend to my left atrium and is transmitted along the bloody tunnels
his voice proceeds
tubes after tubes spreading into networks of capillaries
gets weakened and softened as it dispersed
i hear it no longer
at a loss i see you nowhere
i believe you are still tearing your voice
but i hear it not
see it not
we are too distant

hey morrie
are you still there?