how I wish you were here

Long-distance isn't the word for it--it's more than in between.

You’ll carve out
a crevice in my chest
the same size as your heart,
while still beating away
at the lining of my stomach.

I’ll lie awake at night,
eyes open and wanting,
tip-toeing across the ceiling
that I wish I shared with you.

But sometimes distance is a killer,
and I’ll feel along the sheets
for your waiting hand,
kissing knuckles when I feel them
beneath my fingertips.

And sometimes,
in the middle of the dark,
I can swear that I can feel
your lips against my neck,
smiling into my hair.

The End

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