(5 September 2017)
There's
2000 miles
between us.
Skype
is the barn owl
carrying our messages
and "i love you"'s
over states
and lakes
and rivers.
It rolls off my tongue easily.
It is home to me now.
The soft snores in the night,
the beautiful laugh
that sounds like
the best music I've ever heard,
the smile,
warming my chest
like there's a fire inside me,
burning up my lungs,
setting me ablaze.
The days together,
talking about
anything and everything
on our minds,
grinning at your accent
and the rolled r's
and wishing
to be nowhere else
but there,
in your arms.
The nights,
the soft spoken words
and tired laughs that fade
into comfortable silence.
I clutch my teddy bear
to my aching chest
and sleep,
dreaming of us together,
laughing and smiling
and holding hands.
I'm happy,
and crying
when I wake up
in my bed
2000 miles away,
but you snore on the phone,
still dreaming
and I fall in love,
all over again.
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Puisia collection of my poems to friends and family and self; a way for me to get my feelings out past rankings: #68 in domesticabuse #38 in poet copyright 2021 @peaaachpit
