Aphelion

Quick, while the days remain long
In high mountains and the sun
Is still far away, find the song

With the most beautiful words,
Those names like drugs of forgiveness
That ease you into small peace

With yourself—small words, old words,
Common ones, the kind love songs
Use for pining—not angry,

No tale to tell, no pursuit,
No frustration, no breaking
Apart, only the longing

That would be ridiculous
Were it not the loss is real.