When The Man in The Moon Breaks Your Heart

when i never knew what it was like to feel you,

i never ached for you.

not like i do now.

then - i could miss you -

i could long to close the distance between us,

but i never knew what it was to have you.

i never knew it would feel like embers on my skin

as your hands moved over every soft curve

or how your breath would move

across the swell of my chest.

every single time you pushed into -

my heart, my body

i suddenly understood what it would be like

for you to live here inside of me.

but the aching abyss of your absence

is the only thing reminding me i didn’t dream up the whole damn thing.

there is a hole in the shape of you

lying next to me in bed every night.

and some days the gap seems endless.

miles on miles on miles.

i want to build bridges out of my words

because maybe they will touch you

before the next time my hands will

i am never where you are,

but you are always with me.

and sometimes when i look at the moon,

i can feel the pull of you.

your love is the only tide

i’ve ever moved with.