My Love,

 

Wanting to be nearer to you

I am writing you

That we might walk at a distance

 

It is my request

That each word on the page might hold you

(As I have held you)

I write them longing to be in your hold (your occupation)

Where we might breathe a placited, beautiful sigh - or two

 

Carefully I commission each word to the page

That they might be the architecture for a bridge

Spanning distance and time

Connecting us

 

Inspired, hoping as you read, you might

Feel the ghost of my hand in yours

As my thoughts elicit your touch

As I recall the taste of you on my mouth

 

(Sigh)

 

Allas, the more I write, the more I am vexed

The more intimate and merciless time and distance become

And as my frigille construction falters and fails

I sigh only a sigh of fervent longing

 

Do not linger

Do not tarry

Come back to me

Come home

 

Your once upon a time, for happily ever after love,

August