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Two friends will become lovers. A relationship revealed in the words exchanged back and forth through a cellular, glass divide.

In this digital age of courtship, their story grows from the giddy joy of «What if?» to the finale of «What next?» and everything in-between.

Love is never easy, and the question of distance is ever-present. Shown in all its vulnerability, its bumps and bruises, their tale unfolds for all to see.

Will love prevail?

THE POETRY OF PRONOUNS: SHE. HE. THEY. is a collection of long-distance love poetry and prose, written from both the male and female perspectives.

Excerpt from THE POETRY OF PRONOUNS: SHE. HE. THEY.

PART I 

BEGINNINGS 

“A story must know where to begin, from when to form the basis of all else. Theirs began with a letter tucked behind eyes that could not meet for fear of ruining a friendship. How was she to know? How was he? Bravery demanded this revealing and decreed that more would follow, much more. Yet in all beginnings a delicate touch is required, and they were no different to anyone else.”

SHE – TUCK AWAY 

Caught up in countless minutes of distant continental conversation. 

There is beautiful bliss in finally being understood and seen. Known and accepted for every part of me, not just the ‘smoke and mirrors’ beauty: 

I scold myself for jeopardizing everything. 

The days divide into ruminating riddles, as I attempt to place the exact moment his laughter became symphonic fragments of kaleidoscope light. 

Was there a specific hour our friendship turned to this fire in my heart? 

I’ve tried to pinpoint when I started to treasure the apples of his cheeks. What second of which month did I memorize the bends of his crow’s feet? Each line, tiny little roadmaps to my daily joy. This adoration for him is pure and perfect, like children twirling 

in the snow. The most pristine kind of love is sacrifice, me letting it go. Allowing it to melt into logic. 

I tuck away the longing, the hope, the wishes. My feelings folded politely like a kerchief in the formal pocket suit he wore 

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on his wedding day. What else can I do but smile and thank God he’s my friend, because his happiness is all that matters in the end. 

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HE – INDISTINCT 

BY TWILIGHT 

Indistinct, she hovers at the periphery of my mind. I say mind and not eyes, for a person needs no eyes to love. You feel them, hear them, sense their presence with every atom of your heart and soul. You may flounder like a fish out of water but never quite drown as they engulf you. It becomes hard to breathe, every inhalation and exhalation catching in your throat. Who knew oxygen was made in her name? Who knew everything was made in her name? 

BY NIGHT 

I see her with her ink-black hair, a deeper shade of dream. Every time I stop to sleep, she’s smiling. Every time I stop to weep, she’s wiping the tears away. She pours across my body, a soothing balm. I’m so grateful, so humbled, so very much in pain. She tantalises with her spectral presence, so near, so far, so faint. The truth is, I’m in love with this ghost, and I’d die for her if it guaranteed our shimmering together. 

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BY DAWN 

The amber glow of her skin illuminates. My waking life twitches to her nearness, her almost being here. Those eyes have changed since last I imagined them, sometimes hazel, sometimes brown, sometimes green. I study them like I might a kite flying through the sky. She, like it, is tethered too far from my fingertips. Still, I see her. I will always see her. That counts for something, doesn’t it? 

BY DAY 

I bask in her beauty as I bask in her brain. She delights. To have found an angel of my very own, only to see her wings clipped and folded. This is the dilemma of those in love: To fly or to not? A golden prairie reflects in her window, sometimes covered by snow. I know the hooting owl watches over her, but what I’d give to live in his tree. I shall wait whilst the sun rises to its zenith and slowly dips away, thinking only of her, always of her, whilst my own pathetic life ebbs away. Indistinct, but lovely, she fades into another day.

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Author Biography

Richard M. Ankers is the English author of The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed. He is the co-author of The Poetry of Pronouns Books 1 & 2. Richard has been featured in Daily Science Fiction, Love Letters To Poe, and Starspun Lit. He feels privileged to have appeared in many more. Richard lives to write.

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