Distance
How can one week feel like a month,
and a month feel like a whole life?
Further than the brightest stars,
in the night sky,
do you feel this time.
Every memory filled with you,
seems like forever,
happened anew.
You're like the forests,
breathing air in my lungs,
our love is the fire,
dancing our tongues.
Yet knowing you aren't here,
makes less than a month a whole year.
So memories become pain,
the softest whiny hum,
the end of the summer,
winter begun.
Let my tears flow,
and fill the skies,
I still smell your hair,
when I close my eyes.
I can't wait,
until I'm back,
to hold you in my arms,
when light fills again,
my embered loving black