The Worst of It

This distance hurts, 

Silencing all that I still want to say to you, 

Yet I know this is only for good. 

You are in everything that I see and all that I feel. 

I close my eyes and I see your face.

If you called for me,

I would come running,

No hesitation.

Anything to get lost in your world again;

The intensity, 

The passion, 

The fire in your soul 

And the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen.

Wondering if you can feel me too or if this is merely a dream,

Remembering and missing all that was once so simple.

Not knowing is the worst of it,

Unable to speak or to hear the sound of your voice,

Feeling as if a part of me has been ripped away,

But is never really gone.

Not ready to say goodbye,

Lost in the space between us,

Comforted by the hope that you can still hear my voice.-