they are in love – it is serious,
it is perfectly flawless
except for the bummer
of worship, long-distance

they molly and coddle
alone in the universe
until the time that he muddles
his ten-items-or-fewer –

‘not long now, my darling,’
he writes, between visits
‘and each day that passes
is one less to envisage’;

she tries to forget it
he was flawlessly perfect
except, it would seem,
for the grammar, long-distance