MissedI sleep tonight feeling hollowed and lacking.
I'm ecstatic you're out and about experiencing the
business of living but I can trace the empty space
surrounding myself that you are currently not
This distinct lack of your arms encircled around me
holding my body to yours so our souls won't have to
journey to their dreams wishing for a partner to
travel next to now turns to molding rough frames out
of formless pillows
As I realise it's not us but the distance in between..
Stretching linked palms across long miles, each one
a bit further away from the last
Because these physical points we inhabit are spread
just far enough apart from another
Forming the slightest of tears as I try reaching out
over vast moments to maintain our chance midline
encounter that left your lovely hand remaining
clasped so tightly in my own slightly worn.
Hoping that with our strong fingers we have the
strength not to slip in our grasp.
For it is in the distance, not the time, which
pushes you alone in