Apart from you.

My dearest,
sorrow is solely the distance between
you and I.
A step from you is a loss of
strength, a loss of air,
feeding a feeling despair while I roam
in surroundings I find so
stranger and untrue.

The thought of laying in your
arm for precious hours on end
supports every breath I take,
loving each moment I lose track
of time in the pleasant mist of
your kind words and
sublime voice.

Afar from you I find myself in
fear of getting lost,
there’s nothing here to touch
and move me the way your
heart does,
to inspire and make me come
alive like the tinniest glimpse
into your eyes.

Nothing hurts more than being
apart from you…my dear.