Lake Villarrica

Dear Lover,
We are either as far apart as we have ever been,
Or closer than I imagine.
I sit on the shore
Of a great southern lake
And wonder why it is that to love a place,
I must know it and think it mine.
There is a forest of monkey puzzle trees here somewhere;
I think it would remind me of your hair.
Is it because I am alone
That I feel you?
Are you
Who I think you are?
Or is my memory of you
A mere key to reenter myself?
Where I am lover
And loved.