Years ago this morning I was so happy
I twirled down the street, a paper flyer
Danced along the gutter by a breeze
And knowing no future nor a past.
But years have passed within the hour.
I have turned towards you so earnestly
That I have forgotten my own name.
Now my life hangs suspended, put on hold.
Something swirls and tightens in my chest.
The miles between our cities
Have turned intolerable,
Have turned into the obscene
Light-years between the stars.
Your email said you were suffering, my love,
Your email said you were in pain.
And I want to hold you
Until you are whole again.
But you are far, too far from my arms,
Your face is far, too far from my touch.
Your body is far, too far away
For me to press you close enough
That our hearts will hear each other
And know to beat in unison,
And know to beat as one.
You are too far from me
And my heart must break for yours