The Distance (Part I)

I still imagine you next to me

      to help me fall asleep.

My chest burns bittersweet

As I try to remember the

      pressure of your arms

      holding me together

Keeping me from falling to pieces at the thought of losing you.

Harder to bring that feeling back…

Harder to hold myself together

      without your phantom limbs

      and their intangible embrace.

I miss the way you kiss the tip of my nose

That honest look in your eyes.

Phone calls

Late at night

Do nothing for my phantom heart.

Two hundred miles is four hundred miles too far.

And, somehow,

This distance keeps growing.