How do you cradle tears and happiness in trembling hands?
How do you remain vigilant when you have to rush and then wait to come back home?
Do you let the sand flow between the fingers and fall?
Do you cling to the grains and hope they stay in your palms?
Saying goodbye and watching you go while knowing you’ll be back is still hard.
Clinging onto your remainders, willing myself to be patient and not cry, are hard projects that keep the knots in my hands tight. Patience is the virtue I find elusive the more I see you. I want to walk off this bridge and meet you in the deep. But I’ll wait for you and our time and these visits will grow harder to leave.
I’ll sigh into your spot on my bed and will you to appear. I’ll steal your hairs and burn them into my lungs. I’ll use the linens you left. I’ll drink from your cups. Ill inhale the lingering scent of your scalp on these pillows and this hat.
You melt me into scalding liquid ochre. I yearn for you. But life says I must rush and wait still.
For now and for sanity I have to linger between encounters until we can be one in one for life…
I only love waking up when you’re right next to me! I miss my love so much and this has been the longest period we have been apart! Long distance relationship truly challenges me to all sorts of shit to the next level… but we try to stay positive and take this as a way to learn individually and together too. I knew it wasn’t for me because I tried it and failed and told myself NEVER to do it again and then I met this amazing human here, and… here we are!
