The Distance (Part I)
I still imagine you next to me
to help me fall asleep.
My chest burns bittersweet
As I try to remember the
pressure of your arms
holding me together
Keeping me from falling to pieces at the thought of losing you.
Harder to bring that feeling back…
Harder to hold myself together
without your phantom limbs
and their intangible embrace.
I miss the way you kiss the tip of my nose
That honest look in your eyes.
Phone calls
Late at night
Do nothing for my phantom heart.
Two hundred miles is four hundred miles too far.
And, somehow,
This distance keeps growing.
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