I too used to believe
that love could not exist without contact.
That without hands,
without voice,
without embrace,
love would fade
like embers in the wind.
But no.
I discovered
that true love,
the kind that receives nothing
and asks for nothing,
endures.
Subtle,
invisible,
but present.
It exists
between me
and an entity I cannot see.
Perhaps the projection of a child to come,
perhaps the memory of a child who was,
perhaps simply myself,
whom I have never stopped loving.
Such a love
seeks no reward,
demands no return,
has no audience.
It is absolute love.
And for that very reason,
indestructible.